Family Harmony, Marriage, Parenting, Relationships

How to Sell Your Husband (or Wife)

How to Sell Your Husband

If you’re married – and have been for longer than a minute or so – then in your tougher moments, the title of this post might pique your interest: How to Sell Your Husband (or Wife).  It’s just tongue-in-cheek, of course – a hyperbolic title like those of the comedies ‘How to Murder Your Wife’ and ‘Throw Momma from the Train’.

Frustrations in a relationship are inevitable, unless one of you is overdue for sainthood (Hint: you’re not).  And in the tougher moments, those frustrations can bubble up a little.

I don’t know about you, but when I get steamed up, I tend to vent at the mouth.

It’s easy to let those little niggley frustrations turn into little nit-picky comments.  And, as with anything that you practice at, eventually it becomes a habit: nitpicking becomes the norm; nagging becomes your default.  Letting things slide goes by the wayside, and you give voice to whatever isn’t perfect.

Sometimes that happens in this house.  Sometimes I get a little too ‘good’ at picking up on what’s not perfect about my hubby and a little too bad at noticing the good stuff.

So here I am, married to this kind, strong, loving, loyal guy – and instead of telling him all about the wonderful things I see in him, I end up pointing out the negative things I observe.  Remember, too, that what we notice when we’re mad tends to be coloured by our emotion – so those little things that ordinarily wouldn’t worry us suddenly become sources of rage.  I’m talking about the dry cough; the incessant leg-bouncing or pen drumming; the towel that just gets flung down every.single.time and never gets to dry properly (ugh!)

And what happens when you’ve got kids?  Well, you’ve got an audience for the whole thing.

What we don’t always realize is that how we talk about our spouse is how we’re ‘selling’ them to our kids.  We are marketing our spouse’s qualities through what we say about them as well as how we speak to them.

The shoe can be on the other foot, too – at times the way our spouse speaks to us or about us within earshot of our kids negatively influences our kids’ opinions of us, even unintentionally.

Sometimes I notice a creeping disrespect in my boys towards me.  I find them trotting along to their Daddy for verification of whatever I’ve said.  I see them taking longer to come when I call them.  I hear them arguing more when I ask them to do something.

Feeling ignored or disrespected is my particular catalyst to misery (I am thin-skinned, after all) – so when I see this behaviour I know that I need to tackle it right away.

When these challenges arose recently, I reflected, observed, and prayed.  And through this process it was clear that we have created the problem, West and I:  the root of our boys’ disrespect is in how we speak to (or about) one another and in how we choose to respond.  We need to focus on ‘marketing’ each other’s best points so that our kids develop a healthy sense of respect (and, if it’s not too much to hope for, admiration) for both of us.

This isn’t a concern unique to us, either – many families struggle because their kids have developed attitudes of disrespect and ambivalence towards one or both of their parents; and, if not nipped quickly in the bud, those attitudes take root and grow.

So, how should you sell your husband (or wife) to your kids to avoid selling him (her) short?

Guard your words.  You need to be careful not to dismiss or belittle the things your spouse has to say.  Avoid dismissing or belittling him (her) as a person, too.

Master your thoughts.  The little negative opinions you hold can shape your behaviour; being aware of the ways in which you fail to cherish your spouse can help you to care better for him (her).

Demonstrate love.  When you’re overtly demonstrative, you help reassure your kids that you love your spouse.  Not only will they thrive in the security of seeing your love in action – your spouse will, too.

Avoid criticising.  Bite your tongue.  Seriously – Bambi’s little friend Thumper had it right: “If you can’t say something nice, then don’t say nothin’ at all!”

Lavish praise.  If you can think of one good thing about your spouse, he (or she) should hear about it.  So should your kids.  Chances are you can think of quite a few things you appreciate about your mate.  Praise him (her) truthfully, regularly, and abundantly.

Communicate intentionally.  This one’s tough for some.  But failing to communicate sends the message that your spouse isn’t worth your consideration or attention.  So take the time and trouble to let him (her) know what you’re up to.  Apologize if you’re running late.  Share your thoughts and feelings on general topics as well as those closer to your heart.

The last thing any parent wants – in fact, the last thing anyone wants – is to be dismissed and disrespected.  Belonging and significance matter greatly – show your spouse that they’re an integral and important part of your family; and be deliberate in how you work to curtail disrespectful attitudes in your kids.


Remember: If the way we speak to/about our spouse is like marketing them to the rest of the world, we have to be intentional about how we’re ‘selling’ their image.  Their reputation depends on it.




Food for Thought

How do you sell your spouse to your kids?  If you asked your children what you think of Mum or Dad, what would they say?


Thanks for reading!


June 2015 Shared on the Wise Woman Linkup

Life, Parenting

Foam or Fury?



In my neck of the woods, we parents of school-age kids have just suffered through enjoyed Spring Break.  I’ve therefore been out in public more with my brood and had the opportunity to observe others who are similarly emerging from their winter hibernation with their offspring.

In doing so, I’ve noticed that there is a spectrum in terms of the input we offer our kids, and this spectrum could be compared to the earth’s layers – strata ranging from the foamy bubbles atop a pond way down to the boiling lava in our planet’s core…

On the top layer, we have what I’d call the ‘bubble parents’.  These are the ones on the sidelines watching their kids budge ahead in the science centre queue, saying ineffectual things like, “Oh, Rosie – there was a lineup!” while taking no action whatsoever.  The ones allowing their kids to hit them to get their attention without any instruction on how to do better. The ones whose kids’ demands dictate their every move. This is very much the lightweight approach to parenting; fluffy and fun with no firmness or gravity or depth.  Discipline and guidance are pretty much non-existent and misbehaviour doesn’t seem to bother them.  They don’t offer reminders for their kids to use ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ or other thoughtful words. The classic line from these parents is, “Oh, boys will be boys!” as their boys are hitting and yelling, destroying property and disrupting the play of others.  Their classic move is the shrug.

Way on the other end of the spectrum are the ‘lava parents’; these guys are the complete opposite to ‘bubble’ parents because for them everything matters, and it matters a lot.  In fact, most of their kids’ behaviour seems intolerable to them.  The classic reaction of these parents is to blow up and overreact; they dish out big consequences for even the most trivial of misdemeanors.  The classic move is the eye-roll-exasperated-sigh combo (often with a complementary crossed-arm-fold thrown in for good measure).

These parental temperaments/behaviours are not the exception for true ‘bubble’ parents and their ‘lava’ counterparts; they are the norm.  While you or I might occasionally exhibit something like a ‘bubble’ shrug or ignore some behaviour in order to ensure that we’re not ‘sweating the small stuff’, this is not considered, intentional behaviour for real bubble parents – it is their default, and it is often borne of ignorance about the necessity of teaching and modeling responsible behaviour and consideration for others.  Similarly, lava parents default to the kind of angry outbursts you or I would be embarrassed about and remorseful over.  They simmer with resentment and rage and behave as if their kids are devoid of charm or worth.

I’d say that most of us fall in layers somewhere in between these extremes.  And I believe that there’s plenty of room for different parenting styles.  Earthy parents, gritty parents, rocky parents (oh, to be so cool!), even flaky parents – we’re all different and we all have reasons for why we parent the way we do; some of those reasons (and the resulting actions) are good and some of them are bad.  I yell too much – and I’d definitely be further along on the spectrum towards ‘lava’ parenting – but I will continue to take great pains to avoid allowing this kind of overreaction and anger to my boys’ behaviour to be my standard response*.

All I’m saying is, if we find that our parenting default setting has become I just couldn’t be bothered or everything my kids do bugs me, then perhaps some action is in order.

Maybe if our default is either foam or fury, we should do some digging – and find some middle ground.





*As I’ve admitted, I do yell too much.  So I’ve been doing some digging…  I have decided to take the Orange Rhino challenge and work towards a more peaceful approach.  Recently, at a Mums’ group, I admitted that I’d never allow Westley to speak to me the way I sometimes speak to my kids; so the logical conclusion to that is that I should not be speaking to my kids in a way that isn’t equally respectful and honouring to them.

If you’re struggling with the same thing, why don’t you join me on the challenge, and we can keep one another accountable?

I’m starting with a ten day goal, to be extended as I get better at it!

Thanks for reading,


Faith, Life, Parenting

This Is How a House Is Built

Foundation by Brett Neilson, flickr


My folks are building a house in their (our) backyard, and we’ve been watching the progress with great interest.

First, the ground had to be prepared.  There was digging and bulldozing and then the long, labourious process of building the forms and pouring the concrete for the foundation, then more digging and filling as they installed gas lines and other connections.

This was slow, dirty, tough work; the guys were out there in rain and sleet and eventually snow, at the mercy of the elements for hour after hour, day after day, week after week.  When it rained, the earth became heavy and muddy – manual digging was excruciatingly slow, and if they left it for any time without adequate supports in place, the sides would collapse and undo much of their labour.  When it snowed or got cold enough to do so, the existing pipes (exposed by their digging) froze, and they had to bring in heaters to keep the water flowing to the main house.

This process of preparing and building seems to me a great parallel to the process of parenting.

Drafting a Blueprint and Preparing the Land

We begin with a plan; a vision of what we expect to accomplish through our efforts.  (Of course, this is where the analogy of raising kids digresses somewhat from the ‘concrete’ process of building a house; in parenting you start by thinking you’re going to build a mansion and you end up with a modest bungalow, a garden shed, or a dingy.)  Preparing the ground, digging up old pipes and making new connections – this is us taking what we know about raising a family, examining what we’ve experienced in our own lives and making decisions about how we’ll proceed in our new roles as parents.  Those of us who have a partner in raising our kids need to make sure that our two ‘blueprints’ for parenting match; having common goals and a unified vision helps us to work together to raise kids whose lives and hearts are wholesome, healthy, and resilient.

Lots of old junk came up during the digging.  Large boulders, tree roots and other obstacles had to be removed.  There were bits of glass and old tools and other things that needed to be discarded.  Plans had to be adjusted for the slope of the land, and other factors required alterations to the original plans.

West and I have to do this all the time – we are constantly attending parenting seminars and reading things (OK, I read things and report my conclusions – he grunts his assent and follows through) and talking, talking, talking about how we’re going about this business of raising our boys.

My parents’ new place is being built to be their retirement home – so they’ve taken care to think of details that will be useful as they age.  My Mum has added a tile bench into the shower, in case they need/want to sit whilst bathing.  Of course, I couldn’t help but point out that this would provide the perfect spot upon which they might strike their skulls if they slipped in the shower, and asked if they’d considered the comfort of sitting on cold tile with bare bottoms…  Which leads me to this point:

In the building/parenting process, people will give you lots of advice – whether you want it or not. And more than likely, I’m going to be one of those people.

A firm foundation

And then the foundation – arguably the most important part of any house, and yet possibly the least glamourous aspect of any architectural plan.

“Anyone who listens to my teaching and follows it is wise, like a person who builds a house on solid rock. Though the rain comes in torrents and the floodwaters rise and the winds beat against that house, it won’t collapse because it is built on bedrock.”

(Matthew 7:24&25)

When we build a strong foundation, it functions as this ‘solid rock’ upon which we are constructing our house (we’ll take it as a given that the land itself was adequately chosen and prepared for this purpose as well). Jesus spoke of a life built on his teachings being the wisest choice; one that would offer protection and sustenance in times of difficulty.  So what are these teachings?

Jesus himself summed up the most important commandments as follows (Matt.22:36-40):

  •          Love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul, and all your mind
  •          Love your neighbor as yourself

A life built on the tenets of loving God wholly and loving and valuing others as you love and value your very self – this is a constructive, useful, generous life.

Jesus mentions following the ‘demands of the prophets’, too; one of which is this:

O people, the Lord has told you what is good,
and this is what he requires of you:
to do what is right, to love mercy,
and to walk humbly with your God.

(Micah 6:8)

Then there is ‘The Golden Rule’:

  •          ‘Do unto others as you would have them do unto you’ – or, put more simply, ‘Treat other people the way you’d like them to treat you’.

Our job as parents is to lay this foundation – to teach our kids right from wrong and show them how to love others, practice grace, and to walk in the light.

These are practical things we can work on; and what we cannot accomplish in our own strength, we pray for.  Never, ever, underestimate the power of prayer – it will help you see God’s heart for you and your family and it will help you know your children’s hearts better as well.  This is not just the privilege of the Christian. God will bend his ear for the least of us.

Support Structures

After the foundation came the framing.  Seeing the internal and external walls go up was thrilling; it was really starting to look more like a house.  These supports are essential elements in the building of any sound structure.

They say it takes a village to raise a child.  We in the Western World rarely have the luxury of such a close natural community; but we can forge relationships with others around us and allow them to share our burdens while we share theirs.

We can surround ourselves with people who will love and nurture our children as we seek to love and nurture them.  A good church will help with this, and good circles of friends and family can offer support as well.

A Roof Overhead

Once the walls were in place to support it, the roof went on.  This was an important step; now there was some protection from the elements – a necessary move, especially as the weather was growing colder and wetter.  Now when the torrents poured and the snow fell heavily from the sky, the house stayed dry.

How do we protect our families?  We offer spiritual and emotional protection through prayer, teaching and conversation.  We provide physical protection in training our children to make wise and safe choices.

Let the Sun Shine In

No house would be complete without windows to let the light in and to provide an outlook on the world.  My parents also chose frosted glass for the side that would be exposed to passing cars (to minimize the glare of the headlights), and double-glazing to reduce noise and provide insulation from the cold.

In parenting, we provide our kids with the benefit of our outlook on life – a way of interpreting the world around them.  We help translate and make sense of the perplexing barrage of ideas, events and experiences faced by our children as they grow.  And we reinforce the fact of our belief that there is a plan and a purpose at work throughout this life, even when we ourselves can’t see the bigger picture.  We teach them how to let the light in.

Insulation and Flooring

In addition to the insulation provided by the double-glazed windows and roof, the builders needed to place batting/foam as insulation.  The floor, too, has layers of protection against the elements.

Our love and care for our kids is underpinned by a thousand small acts of sacrifice; making time for them, celebrating their successes and encouraging them through challenges.  This is the hidden work of ours that provides necessary, sustaining comfort to our families – it might seem like a bunch of fluff, but these ‘behind the scenes’ things we do can make a big difference.

The End Result

We’re still waiting to see the completion of my parents’ house.  There’s a lot yet to be done to make the house (though by now structurally whole) livable.  The addition of cupboards, appliances, hardware and furnishings will personalize the house and make it more functional.  And it will be delightful to finally see the end result of all the careful planning and hard work.

When we do that first walk-through, I doubt that we will be worried about what it isn’t.  I don’t think we’ll see the deficiencies (if any) or worry that it’s not a two-story mansion.  I imagine that we will remember the effort made to create this dwelling, and we will look forward to all the memories to be made in it.

Each house, even if built from the same plan, has its unique qualities.  So many things can contribute to the uniqueness of a home: using different blueprints and materials, building in and for a specific climate and purpose, the setting and the furnishings…  We would be foolish to try to compare this house to any other.

In the same way, we as parents have to wait many years – perhaps a lifetime – to see some of the end results of our efforts.  And as we watch our children grow, we do well to avoid comparisons; instead, I believe that we do best to delight in the joy of what is ours – and to put in the hard work now with a vision towards the future.  To humbly and patiently assist the process of the construction of a whole person, beautifully created and nurtured according to God’s good purpose.

Because this is how a house is built.

Cottage by Stefan Ray on flickr

Marriage, Relationships, Valentine's Day

Great Expectations

Vintage postcard:

Vintage postcard:

I’ve attended enough relationship enrichment events to know a thing or two (at least philosophically) about what it takes to have a good marriage.  I know that it helps to understand a bit about how, specifically, to make your spouse feel loved.

Speaking one another’s ‘Love Languages’ is key; so I have to admit that it is unfortunate that, after a dozen years of marriage, I still haven’t figured Westley’s out.  When I asked him recently what he thought his Love Languages were, he replied,“Solitude and electronic gadgets.”     Helpful.

As I mentioned in my last post, West is the ‘strong, silent’ type.  All those things – feelings, thoughts, philosophies – that I process by talking about them, he deals with internally.  This doesn’t mean that he’s less emotional, or less sensitive; it certainly doesn’t mean that he is less contemplative or opinionated.  It’s just that you have to be close to him to be privy to those thoughts and opinions – and closer still to hear about his feelings.

So it shouldn’t come as a surprise to me that sometimes Westley isn’t always able to speak my Love Languages perfectly, either.  Particularly as, when completing quizzes to identify my own Love Languages, my answer to all questions is generally, “Yes.”

Do I need lots of quality time with him to feel loved?  Yes.

Do I need him to say kind and positive things to me? Yes.

Do I want him to cuddle and kiss me often, and demonstrate his love in other physical ways?  Um, YES.

Does the receiving of gifts make me feel loved?  Yes – especially if those gifts come in a little blue box with a white ribbon… (just kidding – sort of)

Do I need West to show his love for me by helping out around the house and being involved with the kids? Heck, yeah.  I mean, “Yes.”

So, yeah – I’m a bit needy when it comes to my emotional requirements.

And poor Westley doesn’t stand a chance when my expectations are unrealistic.  But this is just what we women do, isn’t it?  We have a romantic ideal in mind, and heaven forbid that our real men might not live up to that fantastical perfection.  I am the queen of this; I can make some ridiculously unreasonable demands of West.

Valentine’s Day is as good a day as any to air my own particular idiocy, so here are some examples:

I would like – and have often asked – Westley to have flowers delivered to me.

The reason this is kind of a weird request on my part is that West works from home, so he is almost never far enough away from me to justify going to the expense of having a bouquet brought to the door by a stranger.  Plus, what would the card say? – “With love from the guy in the basement?” Creepy.

I’ve suggested that West write me a poem as a romantic gesture.

Westley gained notoriety with friends of ours early on in our relationship because of a game of Balderdash in which he was essentially a non-starter.  He just sat there deliberating about his choice of words for his made-up definition until the rest of us threw in the towel and packed the game away.  He is similarly challenged when it comes to other writing tasks – he put off writing his speech for our wedding until the day of (or, at best, the night before); and if I even ask him to add a personal note to a birthday card for a friend or relative, I know I’ve got to give him the better part of an hour to articulate his greeting.  So asking him to express himself in poetry is pure folly on my part.

I want Westley to talk about his feelings. All the time.

Here’s the rub.  Half the time, West doesn’t even know what his feelings are.  The true absurdity of this demand request of mine is that I know he doesn’t know, seeing as I often have to serve as an interpreter of his emotions for him.  My hubby is a deep and sensitive soul, but having been raised outside of North America (where we are big on feeling ‘felt’ and thus place a high value on giving our children the vocabulary to express their internal sentiments), he is not equipped for this kind of discourse.  We laugh about this a lot, because Westley is smart (I mean ‘wrestling with quantum physics in his spare time’ kind of smart) – but emotional intelligence just isn’t his forte.

I’ve often hinted that I would like West to share his pride/admiration for me with others.

Now, let’s just start with the assumption (naïve though it may be) that he actually feels pride and admiration for me.  The qualifier to this would be that Westley’s first reaction to my having endured any challenge or hardship is to dismiss its severity immediately (Childbirth? Oh, it’s not so hard – Trix’s had four babies without an epidural so it can’t be THAT bad!) – mostly because he bases my tolerance for pain and difficulty solely on my tendency to yelp when I stub my toe and the rapidity with which I lose my composure under emotional duress.

But anyway – if we begin with the premise (albeit unlikely) that he is secretly proud of me, at least on some level and for some special quality known only to himself, then what exactly is it that I expect of him? Well, I do actually know guys who are abundant and public in their praise of their wives.  You know the type; he’s all, “Wow – you should have seen my wife in the delivery room.  She was a lioness!  She was, like, a birthing goddess!” or “Man – just look at my girl.  What a woman!” [insert admiring glance and approving head nod as she walks through the room].  The women in question are lovely, certainly – but they’re also perfectly ordinary.  So why can’t my guy flatter me with such abandon, I wonder?

Well, here’s where that master scheme of mine falls flat:  I can’t take a compliment.  I love it when people say kind things, of course – but I just don’t quite know what to do with myself when I’m receiving this praise.  If Westley were to be uncharacteristically vocal in his admiration for me, I would probably blush an unattractive shade of crimson and stutter out a self-deprecating response.  I couldn’t take the scrutiny, knowing that in honesty only Westley, as my husband, might think me worthy of such a commendation – and I’d be particularly uncomfortable if the listeners had their own wives with whom to compare this creature about whom West were waxing so poetic…  (For the record, I’m totally fine with written commendations – y’know, just FYI.)

Knowing Westley’s difficulty in coming up with the right words adds a further complication to this fantasy of mine – he’d probably say something like, “Wow, my Trixie is such a great housewife… Well, maybe not that – but really she is such a great Mum… sometimes.  Um – she is loyal!”  Yes.  Yes to that last one.  But still – not much to go on, is it?!

So perhaps I need to forget this mythical ‘ideal husband’ who would do things exactly as prescribed by me in my wildest imaginings – and remember how truly ideal my guy is for me.

I will remember that West gives of his time willingly and abundantly to me.  I’ll remember that he keeps me company in watching chick flicks when he’d rather be researching quantum physics.  I’ll remember that he prizes working from home as much as I enjoy having him so close – and how we relish those chats over lunch and our post-prandial coffees.

I will remember that Westley *frequently* tells me that he loves me. I will remember what a rock he is when I am going squirrelly over some unimportant issue, and how his wise and comforting words breathe love and peace into my life so often.  I will remember that his sincere compliments are so much sweeter because they’re not just the expected charming remarks.

I will remember how West and I love curling up together most evenings, how he reaches back and plays with my hair; how he lets me tuck my toes under his legs when I’m chilly.  I’m in my safe place when I’m nestled in his arms, and all my cares slip away in the comfort of his embrace.

I will remember all the big and small gifts West gives me.  I will remember that he has twice bought me a new laptop when he really could have used a new one for himself.  And how he has gone on big expeditions across the city to gather special things for my birthday.  I will remember how he gives of himself time and again in so many ways.

I will remember how Westley is a partner with me in keeping our home and family life running smoothly. Westley’s housekeeping efforts keep me from descending permanently into hopelessness (and prevent me from ending up on ‘Hoarders’).  He often takes the boys out for an adventure or outing while I get to stay home and get stuff done (or just have a break) on a weekend.

It’s a tough job being my right hand man, but Westley does it so well.  He is good and kind and honourable and funny and clever and loving and wonderful in so many ways.  He is my better half, in the truest sense. For my part, I function for him as comic relief, a soft place for him to fall, and a genuinely adoring wife.

We are a pair.

Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!

And to West: consider this my public declaration of my admiration for you.  I am so proud to be your wife.

Victorian postcard

Victorian postcard


Marriage, Relationships, Valentine's Day

The Top Ten Worst Gifts To Give Your Wife On Valentine’s Day

“Accident? I think not. That’s the guy who gave his wife a lawnmower for Valentine’s Day!”

As we approach February 14th, I’ve been giving some thought to Valentine’s Day gifts – specifically, the type of Valentine’s Day gifts wives really DON’T want to receive.  It’s Family Day here in BC today, and in honour of the occasion I am offering some advice to help keep families intact.  Here are my votes for the Top Ten Worst Valentine’s Day Gifts To Give Your Wife.  Of course, you men may choose to ignore my advice and bestow one of the following on your spouse – but you do so at your own risk.

Here’s my list:

  • An I.O.U. for flowersI KNOW they’re overpriced on the 14th. So just don’t get them.  But don’t pretend that they ran out, or that you just forgot.  Be honest.  Or, better yet, take what you’d need to spend for a decent bunch on the 14th and surprise her on the 13th with a huge bouquet (you’d probably get double the blooms). Then just ride the wave of gratitude over the 14th
  • Skydivingbecause, really, why would you want to give your wife something that might probably be one of the most amazing, exciting, enthralling experiences of her life – while strapped to another guy?  Plus, she might hate you for wanting to throw her out of a plane.
  • Laser wart removalyes, strictly speaking, this may be a ‘spa service’; but unless you want to end up in the doghouse, under no circumstances does this count as an acceptable Valentine’s gift.
  • A puppy (or other baby animal)awwww; aren’t puppies cute?  Yep, they’re cute – and they require feeding, watering, exercise and toilet training.  If you’ve got young kids, chances are your wife’s life is already pretty full with all of the above; if you haven’t, give her a break already and let her enjoy the peace and quiet.
  • Seats to a boxing/MMA matchbecause nothing sounds the death knell of romance faster than tickets to a sporting event that involves the infliction of pain and the letting of bodily fluids.
  • A stuffed animal – teddy bears are pretty cuddly.  But that’s what you’re for – are you anxious to be out of a job??
  • Anything that blows the budget out of the water – grand gestures may be OK in the movies, but if it’s going to mean her clipping coupons, sticking to ‘day-olds’ to do the grocery shopping for the next six months and no nights off cooking for the foreseeable future, just skip it.
  • A box full of doves – guano.  That’s all I’m saying.
  • A lawnmower or a waxing certificate – equally offensive.  Both say, ‘Get busy and do some trimming.’  The implicit message here is that her garden is unsightly to you.  Insulting.
  • A surprise week away in an exotic locale – I know, this is like something right out of The Matrix, right? Mindblowing.  I mean, haven’t Hollywood and Mastercard been doing their best to sell you on the romantic perfection of whisking your beloved to a special location on the spur of the moment?? But here’s the thing:  Some of us actually have responsibilities.  Some of us have babies or kids we’re not yet ready to leave so far behind.  And even if we ARE ready (even if we are SO ready for a lovely holiday away with you and just you and no little hangers-on), chances are we NEED to get things set up so that we can feel OK about leaving.  So yeah – surprises are great and fun and romantic – but if it involves a passport and a time-zone shift, then count us out.  (Let me just qualify including this on the list:  If you are married to a woman with no kids, no pets, no plants or other dependents, no plans and no job, AND if you are a risk-taker, then by ALL means just sweep her off her feet and into the waiting limo and Learjet.)

So that’s it.  Guys – consider yourselves warned.