Even though Facebook continues to be a thorn in the side of bloggers everywhere, I’m holding out hope that my pals and I will be given Mark Zuckerturd’s blessing to rant, rave, and laugh as per our usual. Especially because I’ve started a new “trend” (in quotation marks because I believe a trend requires more than 10 people for it to catch on…) called #HusbandWTF. This mini-series on my Facebook page has been well-received, and I can only assume it’s because my readers’ husbands also elicit the infamous WTF reaction on a regular basis.
My main squeeze has given me permission to post our conversations because he
is afraid of the repercussions appreciates the power of humor. Take for instance this little ditty:
Me: I don’t feel prepared for this baby. I haven’t washed onesies, the nursery isn’t in order, and I haven’t even thought about packing my hospital bag!
Husband: I know! I feel that way about spring. I need a new lawn mower ASAP.
Me: Did you really just compare our newborn to a lawnmower?
Husband: I feel like the correct answer to this riddle is No…
Here’s the thing about my husband: he is truly the world’s kindest man. He has good intentions, even when he makes it seem as though landscaping takes precedence over the impending birth of our baby.
He is the most loving person I know, so I don’t take offense when he looks at my ginormous belly and his eyes pop out of his head and he yells at volume 90, “YOU ARE HUGE!”
Earlier this week, my doctor confirmed I have a lovely case of the PUPPP rash. When my well-meaning husband took one look at it and wrinkled his nose and backed away like I was emitting a foul odor, I didn’t sweat it. Maybe because I was emitting a foul odor, but you can’t prove it.
Much like the innocence of a child, my husband always reacts in earnest and sincerity. Sometimes, like when I’m hugely pregnant and scratching myself raw, I don’t exactly appreciate said earnest sincerity, but dammit, at least the man is consistent. His social graces may be lacking, and his behavior can rival that of Larry David’s à la Curb Your Enthusiasm, but he is a good man.
That’s why it was so much fun using him as my muse when I wrote my essay for I Just Want to Be Alone. Dude is hilarious and has me in stitches every day, and I wanted the world to know. Contrary to what some may think, the anthology isn’t about man-bashing. Some of my favorite essays actually paint the men in our lives in such a way that our love for them is evident, but so is the truth: sometimes, they annoy the hell out of us. The stories are funny, they’re told with love, and they are tales that will continue to be told as long as there are husbands like mine roaming God’s green earth. In short, I’m pretty proud of my contribution to the book, and I am humbled to be surrounded by such wicked talent. A bunch of that talent resides here in Pennsylvania with me:
Meredith of The Mom of the Year
Bethany of I Love Them Most When They Are Sleeping
Christine of Keeper of the Fruit Loops
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