It’s cloudy, I had a pot of coffee, and I still just want to fall asleep. I hate weather like this. I just can’t make myself do much.
On a happy note, I finally got my birthday present: acrylic nails! I’ve been dying for them, but it didn’t make sense to get them before the move and before everything was unpacked. So now I type with gorgeous French manicured nails, and when I click them on the counter, it makes me feel a little more like an adult.
Mike and I have made major headway on getting the house situated. Everything extra is in a closet. The furniture is close to getting arranged, and we may have some new appliances coming. Yay no more laundromat!
But a funny story: I was sitting on the bed watching television the other night and Mike was trying to get my attention. I must not have been responding in the way he wanted, because next thing I knew, he was jumping on me and tickling me until I couldn’t breathe. As he rolled off of me, having had my undivided attention, he rolled into the wall and knocked out a square foot of drywall that the previous owner had patched. There was no cussing. A lot of laughing. And then the hole was there for a few days.
But two days ago, we wandered around the Home Depot picking up spackle and paint and so on. Man’s work! And when we got home, Mike reattached the drywall square, secured it in place (I missed this part, as the Cleveland Cavaliers were embarrassing themselves on television and LOST was on), and then let it dry. Last night, Mike mixed the spackle, which I think is one of the best words ever, and he let me try it. So as he gooped it on, I failed in my gender role and began spackling like a pro. Well, that’s what he said, but I feel like he was probably laughing at me when I was turned around. And now the wall is spackled.
But today led me to want to keep going on it. I think I found it cathartic. But today, I think I upheld my most housewifey day yet. I woke up and took Mike’s car to the shop for his inspection, then picked it up when it was finished. After that I did the dishes, picked up the house, and made Mike lunch before he got home for his break. Then, I loaded all the cardboard boxes into his car so we could take them to recycle later on, all the while revisiting the drywall square to sand down the excess spackle. Spackle spackle spackle. And because Mike’s 25th birthday is tomorrow, I ran to the store, got everything I need to make him cupcakes to take into work, and a bottle of champagne for tomorrow night.
And still, I sand down spackle.
I’m figuring out that being a housewife is kind of exciting. When Mike got home for lunch and had a steaming plate of pasta, his car taken care of in the back lot, the excess cardboard loaded up and the house clean and spot on the wall sanded, he said, “Wow, you’re really holding down the fort today.” Then he picked up his guitar and sang me an impromptu song about how a little blonde girl was cleaning up the apartment. He’s a wonderful man.
But as much as I enjoyed holding down the fort, I still really enjoyed spackling and sanding. And watching the Cavs and Penguins (both of whom were eating it up). Gender roles? Meh. I struggle with this because I do believe in them.
So to comment on this link ( http://www.cracked.com/article_18529_6-absurd-gender-stereotypes-that-science-says-are-true.html ), I’m choosing a few, but addressing all.
1) Women can’t drive? I feel like I can…but I also find myself yelling at women on the highway. And when someone cuts me off, I often say, “Figures. It’s a chick.” I’m such a sexist pig.
2) Men are freaking slobs. Hm. Some more than others. But I know I’m much more neat than Mike. I think it comes down to the fact that men rationalize things like, “Why pick up that pair of shorts when I’m just going to put them on again later tonight?” and “What’s it matter if all the dishes are dirty? I’ll wash what I need when I need it.” I’d rather have everything ready at my disposal, which explains why I get to do a good two hours of housework a day. And LOVE IT.
3) Women are wimps. Um. A little. But it’s all on a spectrum. I’d rather have surgery than be pinched. I can’t stand minor pain. And I feel like major pain often results in something good. I’m willing to suffer for a purpose, i.e. childbirth, breast implants (which I do not have), lifting a car off of my child. All things that I’m willing to suffer for. Just don’t freaking pinch me.
4) Women love to talk. Yes we do. And if men talked more, we wouldn’t talk so much. 🙂
5) Women see mauve, men see purple. TRUE. Until you take a man into a hardware/paint store. My God. My experience from Home Depot the other night just proves this to be true. I didn’t know there was a flat paint, a base paint, an eggshell, and a satin paint. And when I look at that paint wall with all the little pieces of paper with all the colors on them, I get super excited. Mike used to mix paint at Home Depot, so he’s well aware of the differences in color. I just don’t think most men care until it’s something they’re working with. I mean, if they’re wearing khaki shorts, they’re wearing khaki shorts. If they’re painting a wall or laying carpet, though, they want to know the exact specifications. Trust me.
6) Women are lightweights. Sometimes, yeah. Because if we drank as much as men do, our bar tabs would be OUTSTANDING. We make for cheaper dates.
Now, off to chill my champagne. I will vacuum with an alcoholic beverage soon. I will.