As soon as we found out that Seattle would be our new home and we only had two weeks to get him out there, panic set in. The first thing I did was to start making lists, one list for all of the projects that Mitch would need to get done before he left, one list for all of the stuff that Mitch needed to take with him and one list for me, listing all of the things I needed to get done before I can put the house on the market and sell it. Needless to say, my list is much longer than his.
We decided that Mitch would take the firebird with him and I would keep the station wagon (for the dogs) and the truck. Because of the limited space in the car, I couldn’t send all of the really important things you need when you move, dishes, silverware, a bed, etc. His idea was to only take his uniforms and necessary toiletries.
You should have seen the look on his face, when I set out a pillow for him. He asked why he needed a pillow. I told him that when he finds an apartment and is not staying in a motel, he’ll be glad he has a pillow. He looked at me with a blank look on his face for a moment then the light came on. Oh, yeah, that will come in handy. You can sleep on the floor for a couple of days if necessary, but a pillow comes in very handy. Men, they don’t think like women at all. I’m thinking of all of the stuff he’ll need for the short term and what will fit in the car until I get the house sold and move out there. Mitch is only thinking of his very immediate needs, clothes, how to get to work and what he has to do to get up to speed at work.
As each day ended, marking the countdown to loading up the car and heading west, I could see that the Mitch list projects were not going to get done. That means I’m going to have to learn how to do some things I’ve never done before. Good thing I have a whole bunch of power tools to learn on. I just hope the house survives.
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DONT SAY THAT!!! As someone else who can find a way to choke on air or trip over an invisible dog – be careful! 😜
You know me too well!
Like as like, my dear! And isn’t it impossible to make the man of the house DO anything without feeling like a nag? I hate that so much!
me too. and yes there are times that nothing motivates him until he is ready and usually it is at the last minute, when we are in panic mode.
Augh! Same as! It’s like it cannot be done until the last minute! I bet he gets up 20 minutes before he has to be at work, too? D does that, and then wants ME to help him get out the door!
It’s like he moves in slow motion and I’m running around at warp speed. I make him get up early just because he moves so slowly. Makes me insane!
I’ll get the quote wrong but recently read something like this: a lack of planning on your part does not equal an emergency on my part. Not whipped that one out on himself yet, but I will the next time he’s stomping around grumpy about being late to work and asking me to help…
I use that quote a lot. I think it’s part of the old stereotype where women are the caregivers and men are the care getters.
Good luck with everything! It is hilarious how men and women view these things so differently. I am pretty sure my husband would be exactly this way (while I would bring things like the rice cooker, in which you can make whole, healthy meals, he would never consider doing anything but eating out every meal at fine establishments like Taco Bell and McDonald’s).
So very true. McDonald’s is his number one choice.