Just Watering the Weeds…
June 23, 2010 – 2:43 pmLast weekend, during the mad rush of dance recitals and school coming to a crashing end, I noticed that while my house was in shambles and the lawn was overgrown, my husband decided to “pitch in” and do some yard work. O.k., fine…although the dishes were stacked to the ceiling and the laundry could do itself at this point (because it was so old and stinky), at least it was showing an effort.
As I ran around getting the last bit of sewing done on my daughter’s costume I noticed him standing outside in the backyard. He had the hose in his hand and seemed to be watering something. June through September is South Florida’s rainy season so, in most cases, our lawn and plants do not need additional water.
Curious, I walked toward the window to get a closer look at what exactly the dude was watering. Turns out he was standing there watering a pile of weeds in one of our flower beds. No flowers actually, just weeds.
Unfortunately for me, I’m one of those people who would rather do it myself than endure the rigors of having to explain how I want something done. For example, cleaning the floors. I want them swept first, then Swiffered (I’m making that a verb I guess), then mopped. They are dark hardwood, so everything shows.
I understand that this is my problem and no one else’s so I own it. The problem is that my 43 year old husband, who didn’t know how to do much around the house, now knows even less. He took seven hours out of a Saturday to fix a broken doorknob, then immediately had to take to the bed due to sheer exhaustion. I’ve left him to his devices and gave him a list of simple cleaning duties only to have them poorly done.
Mind you, he is not a moron and in fact is probably playing me in order to get out of doing things around the house. So I pick my battles.
However, watering the weeds takes the cake. I’ve never mentioned that I saw him doing this; standing outside in the hot, blazing South Florida sun, but it’s something I like to conjure up for giggles.
Gina Ragusa is a freelance writer and mom from sunny (and sometimes not) South Florida. Her 15 year experience ranges from writing about banking to tattoo parlors.
