Husband bashing.

Last week, my girls and I met for book club to review The Memory of Running by McLarty. (I can't remember his first name). The book was OK, not the best one we've read, that would be The Help by Kathryn Stockett. Book club usually consists of an hour and 45 minutes of chatter and 15 minutes of actually talking about books. It's great. Of the six of us, four of us are moms. The oldest child int he group is 7. Suffice it to say, reading doesn't really get done unless there's a reason, hence why Amy started the book club in the first place. (Sidenote: Amy has yet to finish a single book we've read, including the one she reccomended.)

In any case, invariably our conversation always veers to our husbands. Before I go where I'm going I will say that I absolutely adore Honey. He is my favorite person in all the world. Nonetheless, he's a guy. Guys, like ladies, have their own unique flaws. Most of these flaws drive us wives crazy. Totally insane. Like when they ask us if the dishwasher is clean or dirty. Argh! Or when one of my friend's husband asks where anything in the house is, even thought they've lived there for two years! Argh! Last week at book club, we spent a lot of time bashing our husbands for their flaws. Which apparently is something that husbands don't do. Really, have you ever seen a bunch of guys around a water cooler, bitching about their wives? Nope, doesn't happen. But we got it out of our systems and then talked about books. On the drive home, and in bed that night, I regretted my bashing. Like I said before, I adore Honey. He doesn't deserve it, and I don't think it's fair to him when in all reality he's a damn good husband and father and we have a fairly equal partnership. So I'm going to stop. From now on, when the convo turns to "Can you believe what my [insert expletive here] husband did?" I will not partake. And you know what? As a result, I've communicated to Honey what I need from him more. How can he stop doing what drives me crazy if he doens't know it drives me crazy?

I think all wives should think about doing the same. It's my challenge to you all.

And for the record: I usually have no clue if the diswasher is clean or dirty.

What can I say, it's summer?

I think I should just start bulleting my blog so that I can actually post more often. Nah, that's not as fun. But...I am vowing now to say that I am going to stop apologizing to my lack of blog updates. I have a life, I have a job, and a husband, and a daughter, so that means the blog is way down the list of priorities. But's it's something that's important to me, so I'll try. But I won't apologize.