The Perfect Husband

Is your husband perfect? Boy, mine isn’t! Let me tell you some of the ways he drives me crazy! First…

 

Wait, I’ll hold that post for later. Today I want to brag a little. Despite his imperfect ways this man still amazes me. For those who haven’t been reading long, let me tell you some of what he does. He does a lot of the cooking. He does all the laundry, he takes care of the yard and the pool. He’s in charge of car maintenance. He does basic electrical work like putting in new ceiling fans. He can also do general plumbing like installing a new dishwasher when it’s needed.

 

He didn’t do our remodeling, but when he saw how much I love he crown molding in kitchen, he put it up in my writing room also. What do I do you might ask. Well, I write. I cook occasionally and I do light housekeeping. That’s about it. But what amazes me the most is that all I have to do is mention something that would be nice and nearly the next day it’s done. This is NOT my husband.

Two recent examples. The cat got shut up in one of the bedrooms recently and scratched at the carpet to get out. Although it hadn’t been our plan, we evidently bought the cheapest carpet known to man when we redid the kids bedrooms and the cat managed to unravel a good chunk near the door. Neither of us was mad, I mean what was the point? But we agreed it really looked bad.

 

The next day he comes in with metal thresholds to cover the torn up carpet. And easy enough fix for him. But it had never occurred to me. It was done before I knew what he was doing.

 

Another example – and I really loved this, had to do with the TV table. When we were first married and liked to dance and play around a lot in the living room, he built a table to hold not only the TV but also the two huge speakers he had for his stereo at the time. In addition he put up a ‘floating’ shelf for the turn table so we could dance and stomp without the needle scratching. (For those under thirty who may be reading, have someone older than you to explain all this to you.) Here’s a picture.

As useful as it used to me we decided it was time for a change. And we had a new cabinet built to match our book cases. I loved the look but there were so many wires that you could see and they didn’t look good. I mentioned it to Nick, not expecting him to do anything. But he did, creating a matching box around the wires where they hardly show at all. See?

Here it is from the side

And from the front!

 

And he did it the day after I mentioned it! 

 

One last thing. When I came out to him as a spanko, we snuck off to the small basement room that had a single bed and a TV for the kids. But once they were asleep it was a place we could make a little noise.

 

I mentioned to him that it was too bad there was no lock. That might ensure real privacy. The next day when I got home from work he grinned and press the key to the new lock into my hand.

 

Nick’s not perfect. But he’s darn close!