All my life I have worked. For the last 30 years I have been a steady wage earner, working one, two and sometimes three jobs at a time. It’s been rewarding. I have a house, three dogs, a daughter and a wife who have benefited from my hard labor. I have no complaints. It’s how we live – most of us, anyway. Working has gotten me all I have, and I am proud of that.
Shortly and with my wife’s blessing I quit my job. After my first day of voluntary unemployment the garbage disposal went out. Rather than call a plumber I replaced it myself. Pretty soon after that we had a flood in the basement and I had to extract water from the carpet and dry it out before mold set in. I also flushed out the blockage in our piping for the sump pump. All that amidst doing daily chores like laundry, mopping, sweeping, vacuuming, cleaning the bathrooms and kitchen, and all the other fun chores that are part of owning a home. I have to make dinner every night, go to the grocery store, and walk the dogs. All of these things are tedious and time consuming chores that no one wants to do. Oddly enough, I am having a blast.
I can’t say I enjoy the various tasks I mentioned, especially plumbing. But there is a certain satisfaction that comes with successfully keeping up the house. What I found most interesting, though, is the satisfaction I get at my wife coming home and noticing all the little things I did. My vacuuming never escapes her attention. That she has clean clothes, or that the floor has been mopped is never missed. She sees it all. Never does she fail to notice the work I did and to thank me for it. She thanks me for taking care of my responsibilities. What thanks do I need for that? None. But she thanks me. Then there is dinner. I tried to make a tasty dinner for her the first night after I quit. It was tasty and she told me so. She was very happy and very thankful. Her reaction was amazing. So I tried to do better the next night. Again the reaction was amazing. Since then I have worked at creating new and different meals for her. The reaction has been nothing short of stellar. I have always enjoyed cooking. But I love cooking for her. So, what have I learned? Well, I like being a house husband. It’s as rewarding a job as one could have. It’s an amazing thing to make life easy for your loved ones. Truly, it is.
I also learned I suck at showing appreciation. Not that I didn’t express appreciation. I just didn’t do it the same way my wife does – I didn’t notice what she notices. I do now. I notice it all, and I am thankful for all she did. I am especially thankful for the opportunity to see what she saw, and to finally appreciate all she used to do as I can these days.
You know, they say women love watching their man clean. I don’t believe that. I doubt they really care about the action of cleaning. If I was a permanent stay at home husband I wouldn’t want her to lift a finger. Ever! The knowledge she notices and appreciates all I do is enough.
You want a happy life? Notice and appreciate all your wife does for her. Give her a hand on occasion. That will give you a happy wife.
I am extremely grateful for the last few weeks. It made me more appreciative of my wonderful wife. I hope it makes you more appreciative of yours.