Husbands: Be Careful When Telling Your Wife What Time You’ll Be Home

From The Donkey

Better Safe Than Sorry

I am going to share a gem of wisdom with you today.  It may seem counterintuitive, but hear me out:

Don’t try to be accurate when guessing your arrival time at home.

I can’t tell you how often this has come back to bite me. Each day my wife emails, IMs, or calls me to find out when I will be leaving work. Most of the time I get this call around 4:30pm. I look around at work and realize people have already begun to go home. I notice that my phone isn’t ringing as much and the emails aren’t coming in anymore.

“Looks like I will be leaving no later than 5, so I should be home around 5:15,” I say confidently.

But what happens every day? Something. Anything. Someone comes in, my boss calls me into his office, I’ll see someone on the way out and get delayed, and I’ll end up coming home later than I told my wife. And how does my wife take this? Terribly. She has been counting down the minutes for her tag team partner to get into the ring, tag her hand, and take over.

My wife’s demeanor begins to worsen with each minute that I am late. I realize on the way home that I am in trouble and think, “Why did I tell her I would be home at 5:15?” Several months ago I decided a new approach: I would completely over estimate how long it would take me to get home. One day my wife called to ask the question, and I responded, “I’ll be home at 6:15.”

“Wow, that’s late. Work must be busy. OK, see you then.”

I was shocked. She didn’t seem mad at all and I just added another hour to my normal response to her daunting question! I tried to hurry home fearing that it was a trap. Of course I got held up for a while, but I made it home at 5:45pm. I opened the door and saw my wife’s surprised face. “You’re home early,” she said happily.

Early? Really? I am 30 minutes later than normal, and yet she seems happy? As the night continued on I thought about the paradox I just stumbled upon. My wife gets extremely frustrated when I don’t meet her expectations, but I have 100% control over what her expectations are. What incentive is there for me to provide an accurate approximation when asked when I will be coming home? None whatsoever. From that moment on I have overestimated my arrival time every day, and it has paid off. Instead of an angry wife, I come home to a happy wife who thinks, “Man, this guy comes home early for me every day.”

Don’t forget: Overestimate every time. Seriously. Try it out if you haven’t already learned this secret. You’ll be shocked with wonderment. What a brilliant realization. I have a little more admiration for guys like the founding fathers when they drafted the Constitution because they too had their minds opened to a moment of brilliance.

Photo by: Darren Hester

He Said She Said: Should the Husband or Wife Choose the Baby’s Name?

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Name Game

It’s been a while since we held a debate here, but that doesn’t mean we’ve stopped disagreeing with each other. Today’s debate is fresh and still unresolved: Who should get to name our next child?

He Said
My wife is pregnant and this Friday we find out if it is a boy or girl. She insists that she is choosing the name no matter what. We have 3 boys already, and my wife claims that I have chosen the names for all 3. But this isn’t true. I have simply suggested 3 great names so far - all of which she has agreed to and liked. I never forced my wife to stick with the names. She could have thought of better names and I would have gone with them. I have been trying to reason with her over the last few weeks, but she is simply refusing to budge.

I recently told her that if she refuses to negotiate a name, then I will refuse to call the child by the name she chooses. Last week I was thinking about how crazy this is, and I offered a compromise: If we have a girl, I will let my wife choose the first name, but I would like to choose the middle name. If it is a boy, then I will choose the first name and she can choose the middle name. Is this not reasonable? I am not sure how this isn’t fair for both of us.

I should mention that she will point out that two of our kids’ names are the same as my brothers’ and one the other is the same as a good friend of mine, but that doesn’t really mean much. We have chosen very common names (Tommy, Michael, and David), so there are bound to be people with the same names. Plus I am pretty sure that she suggested ‘David’ at one point anyway.

I now plead to you, oh wise decision makers. Let the past be the past because we aren’t historians and can’t accurately relate who said what regarding our children’s names. Let’s move forward and do things fairly.

She Said

The past is the past, and fortunately I can accurately remember it all. The deal The Donkey is offering is the same deal he offered when we had our first baby. Before the ultrasound he got me to agree that he would pick the name for a boy, but I could pick one for a girl. And that is exactly what we did. For the next two children, we didn’t have that official deal, but he has always had the naming privilege, simply due to the fact that he would veto each and every name that I suggested. For each child, I have researched and made lists of names. I would work on the list until I came up with 10-15 names that I was willing to consider. The Donkey, on the other hand has written down two names and said, “these are the only choices I will agree to.” And, like he said, so far all three names have been based on one of his brothers or best friends.

Also, the fact that I have agreed to and been happy about the names is just an example of my willingness to make things work. Contrary to The Donkey’s statement, NONE of the names were suggested by me, and some of them were names I had negative associations with–but I was willing to let the negative feelings go in order to love my kids’ names.

As always, this is a very simple case. It’s my turn. I should get to choose this child’s name, regardless of whether it’s a girl or a boy. I am at least willing to give The Donkey very limited veto power. I will make a list of names, then narrow it down to 2-3 that I like. He can tell me if he is vehemently opposed to one of those names, but other than that, the choice should be mine.

What do you think? Cast your vote below to help us decide…

Update: This poll has been closed.  See results here.

Father’s Day Weekend: He May Be Clueless, But He’s a Great Dad

From The Wife

Donkey Makes a Great Dad

It’s a well known, well-documented fact that The Donkey isn’t overly supportive during pregnancies. This fact will only be confirmed as we continue to write about the remaining months of my pregnancy, not to mention the labor and delivery. So, why in the world would I choose to have a 4th child with this man? The simple fact is, The Donkey happens to be a fantastic father. My attempts to honor him yesterday were pretty pathetic, but a quick summary of our weekend will certainly prove my point:

Friday: The Donkey comes home early to help me get ready for a birthday party for Dimples. He corrals kids, helps serve food, cleans up after dinner. That night he helps put the kids to bed.

Saturday: The Donkey has an early-morning meeting for a church assignment. As soon as he gets home he plays some soccer outside with the boys, then puts sunscreen on everyone and they all pile in the van and head for the zoo–without me. They stay for a few hours during which our boy Monkey makes 3 requests for potty-stops. After the zoo, they come home for a quick lunch (which The Donkey makes). He puts Dimples down for a nap, then takes the two older boys out to see Kung Fu Panda (this time there are no less than 4 potty requests from Monkey). After that, he takes a quick trip to the gym (which I was happy to let him do, since the kids and I have to sneak off and get a Father’s Day gift. TIP: Never, ever take 3 children with you to Guitar Center, even if you are just planning to walk in, grab a Nirvana book, and walk out. Trust me, it will not go well.) When he’s back from the gym, The Donkey gives the kids a snack, then takes all three kids to run a few errands–grocery shopping for the week, a movie rental, and some takeout for us. He gets home, puts all the groceries away, we eat dinner, and he helps put the kids to bed.

Sunday: Despite the fact that my husband gave me an entire child-free day the day before, I still don’t manage to have everything ready for a nice, peaceful morning of breakfast and honoring Daddy. Instead, the kids and I are scrambling around trying to wrap presents and write cards before The Donkey comes home from an early-morning meeting. When his meeting is canceled, and he arrives home a full hour before we expected him, he graciously ignores my stressed-out, emotional outburst. He proceeds to empty and load the dishwasher, and tries to fix the boys’ broken closet door, which he knows has been bothering me. The boys and I finish our quick-wrapping and card design (black pen on plain white paper), and unceremoniously give Daddy his gifts. He enjoys his cards and guitar music books (yes, I finally managed to set up the guitar lessons I promised him). At this point, we’re in danger of being late, so while I jump in the shower, The Donkey gets the boys completely dressed for church. After church, I’m busy with an assignment, so he brings them home and gets lunch ready for everybody.

I think I’ll stop there. That’s just one little slice of our life, not to mention the fact that The Donkey knows how to pack a diaper bag, does not to be given special instructions when I’m away from home (even overnight), and can get the kids to bed in half the time that I can.

Boy Wonder wrote his Father’s Day letter all by himself yesterday, and I think he said it best:

Dear Daddy,

I love you because you hug me a lot and because you take me to seven eleven a lot and because you get me what I want but not always but you did last time you mixed lots of Slurpees together and you play blanket monster I always want you to get me but sometimes you get [Monkey] or [Dimples] the end.

Love, [Boy Wonder]

Nine months of clueless comments, no empathy, being treated like I’m “faking it,” all ending with a labor and delivery where he complains about how uncomfortable he is? I’ll take it, any day.

Use Caution When Fishing For Compliments From Your Husband

Donkey Dialogue Yes, he actually said that

Positive Reinforcement

Wife: So, have I reached the point in this pregnancy where I start looking cute?

Donkey: No.

Wife: I suppose I should have known better than to ask that.

Marriage Advice: Should Wives be Forced to Taste Sour Milk For the Family?

Need Advice? We're full of it

Here’s where we answer our readers’ questions. Please don’t blame us if our suggestions don’t work for you–you’re the one taking advice from a Donkey.

Dear Donkey and Wife:

My husband and I came home from a long trip and we had some milk in the fridge we weren’t sure about…we all know how men can be– i was the one to test whether it was spoiled or not. What i am wondering is, who should test to see if the milk is spoiled?

-Sour Sport

He Says

My first inclination is to suggest having your kids or the family pets test out the milk. Why should the parents get sick? But this scenario is similar to many others: Who should check out a weird noise from the basement? Who should stick their arm into the garbage disposal? Who should lick a spoon out of the dishwasher to check if the dishes were cleaned? These and many other situations require someone who is willing to sacrifice for the good of the family. It seems obvious that this hero should be none other than the wife. Here’s why:
  • The husband is often a major source of income. You don’t want to lose the breadwinner to some spoiled milk or a wacky garbage disposal that gnaws off his arm while he is looking for a miniature fork.
  • Husbands have a knack for covering up tasteless/bad food with salt and sugar to make it go down. How many of us have been subjected to a bad dinner? You gotta force it down so your wife won’t get offended. There is no doubt that your husband will dump a little chocolate powder into the milk if it tastes sour. When you ask, “Is the milk sour,” he will respond, “Tastes great with some Nesquick.”
  • Women are more nurturing by nature. It would make sense to play to your strength and sacrifice one for the team. Why waste the energy forcing your husband to be something he is not? His skill is probably sleeping, so let him have a few extra winks while you go down to the basement to find out what the noise is and why there is a broken window.
  • Finally, I believe that there is a biological reason too. Women produce milk. They are more equipped to distinguish between milk that is good and milk that is sour. A man does not possess the glands or hormones to produce milk and might not have the chemical makeup to make the distinction.

She Says

Does anyone really need to taste the sour milk? I’m willing to take a sniff, but if The Donkey tried to get me to test it by drinking, I would just throw the milk out and get a new gallon. If he tried to make me stick my arm down the garbage disposal, I would just say the mini-fork was a loss, and go out and buy a new disposal and a new silverware set. Instead of chasing down strange noises in the night, I would just stop saying NO to the salesman that comes to my door every month and finally get an alarm system installed.

Do you see where I’m going with this? As long as I refuse the task, and find an alternative that involves spending more money, my “frugal” (cheapskate) husband will give in and save the money from being spent. Problem solved.

Any other advice for Sour Sport?

Can a Father Babysit His Own Kids?

Enquiring Minds want to know... we want to know.

Question:

Can a husband call it “babysitting” when he’s watching his own children?

Give us your take in the comments.

Related post: Marriage Advice–When Your Wife Says You Won’t be in Trouble

Get Wife’s Permission Before Inviting Your Mom to The Birth of Your Child

Wife Lessons Learn from Donkey's mistakes, even if he cant

Lesson 23: Witnessing the Miracle

Some people think the birthing of a child is the most beautiful experience one can have. In fact, I remember seeing a movie in high school entitled The Miracle of Birth. Despite the buzz around a birth, I have never been excited to be there for this event. The smell, the sounds, the blood and guts are just too much for me. Although I wasn’t too thrilled to witness the birth of our first child, someone else was.

Lesson 23: Don’t invite your mom into the delivery room without your wife’s permission

When my wife was in labor with our first son, we were sitting in the delivery room waiting for things to progress.  My mother called and asked if she could come by. She was excited since this was her first grandchild, so I agreed. Once at the hospital, she asked if she could come into the delivery room. I again agreed and she entered the room to chat with my wife. My sister also entered the room as the labor continued.  Once it came time to push, my mom and sister still stayed to watch.  We spent time talking and making plans–my brother happened to be flying into town that day, so my mom and I were trying to figure out who would go to the airport and at what time.

After some period of time (which I can’t remember) the baby started to pop out. As I struggled to hold my wife’s legs up, one of the nurses invited my mom to actually go down and see the baby’s head. My wife shot me a look, but I didn’t know what to do. I decided to keep my mouth shut as my mom scurried over to watch the baby’s head poking out. My mother then enjoyed watching the delivery while my wife was in certainly one of the most vulnerable positions ever imagined. With each push I could read my wife’s mind, “Why is your mother watching me deliver a baby?” Luckily things ended positively - a baby was born - and my wife didn’t mention the situation again until we got home.

My suggestion: Don’t invite anyone into the delivery room. This will only lead to additional problems that you hadn’t anticipated. Instead, get a video camera and show the delivery during the next reunion.

Quick Tip: Accidentally Speed Dial Friends and Family for Your Wife

Road Trip Survival Quick Tips

This month is Road Trip Survival Month. The Donkey provides tips on how to survive a long car trip with your wife.

Sorry, Speed Dial

On a long trip, all your wife will want to do it blab blab blab. Why not turn that blabbing on to someone else? Your wife still gets a chance to share her thoughts, but you don’t have to be involved. The question is, “How do I convince my wife to talk to someone else?” Good question. Certainly your wife will be anxious to talk to you since you are now stuck in the car with her instead of being busy at work. I am prepared to provide a simple yet effective solution. This requires a cell phone and a quick hand.

  1. Get your cell phone before the trip and preset 5-10 of her family members’ and friends’ numbers in your speed dial
  2. Secure the phone in the car. Make sure it is close by so you can grab it without your wife noticing
  3. Slyly begin to call down the list of her friends and family.
  4. Wait until you hear someone pick up and then shout, “I think someone is on the phone?”
  5. Answer and tell the person you bumped their number by mistake, but state, “Why don’t you talk to my wife for a minute. We’re just on a road trip and have plenty of time.”
  6. Hand the phone to your wife

Obviously you will still hear your wife talking. If this is still too much, bring along your iPod, put the headphones on, and enjoy a few songs your wife don’t usually let you listen to. You can only get away with this a few times, so save it for emergency situations.

1939 Marital Rating Scale–Wife and Husband Charts by George W. Crane

From The Donkey and Wife

“Blueprint for Happiness”

And you thought The Donkey was bad. Remember the Wife Performance Appraisal and the Housewife Job Description he published? Well, that was nothing compared to the Marital Rating Scale circulating around the internet during the last few days. Back in the 1930s, Dr. George W. Crane interviewed 600 husbands and wives about the merits and demerits of their spouse. He then “summarized the most frequently voiced flaws and virtues” in his pamphlet, “Tests for Husbands and Wives” Here is an excerpt:

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Or check out the entire quiz, (thanks to Tiabla, via Boing Boing)

Of course, we just had to take the test ourselves–because we are most definitely a couple who could use a “blueprint for happiness.” Here are a few of our findings (don’t worry, we won’t share any details about our “marital congress”):

He Said

These ratings seem just right to me.

My rating for Myself: Very Superior (103 merits - 26 demerits = 77 total)

Fortunately I got points for remembering birthdays and anniversaries, because it didn’t say you had to do anything about them–just remember them. I lost points for not liking to shave and wear a suit (even though I don’t refuse to do it). I also lost points for answering no to “often tells wife that he loves her,” but I could argue that I have written my feelings down in a letter that she can read anytime.

My rating for The Wife: Average (80 merits - 36 demerits = 44 total)

Some of you may think I was too hard on her, but listen–can I help it if I had to subtract points for anything to do with making and serving meals, being in her pajamas for breakfast, and refusing to brush her teeth on nights when she is tired? One of the questions even confirmed what I have always said–that I should be able to expect my wife to be dainty. She should consider herself lucky that “cries, sulks, or pouts too much” only required a 1-point deduction, and that the Wife’s Chart didn’t have a demerit for snoring. She did get points for being thrifty, loving the kids, and being “willing to help husband at office or shop.” And most notably, even though she is married to me, she “praises marriage before young women contemplating it.”

She Said

As you can see, I was a bit more fair and judicious in my scoring.

My rating for Myself: Average (93 merits - 47 demerits = 46 total)

Admittedly, my lack of passion for cooking hurt me a bit here. I did get points for “writes often and lovingly when away from husband” –even though this week during his trip The Donkey complained to me about an annoying, sappy email that I wrote him (2 sentences quickly apologizing for being cranky the day before he left). But I lost points because I sometimes “slow up card games with chatter” (aren’t you supposed to be enjoying people’s company while playing games?) and yes, I’ll admit it, I “fail to wash the top of the milk bottle before opening it.” I must try to correct that.

My rating for The Donkey: Average (101 merits - 47 demerits = 54 total)

I had to admit to a lot of great things about The Donkey. He very often “helps wife with dishes, caring for children, scrubbing.” (Did you know he does all the family grocery shopping–with all three kids in tow?) He’s a steady worker, and takes me on dates (too bad I didn’t get points for always being the one to find the babysitter). He did lose a few points for deferring to his mother too much; he’s not really a Mama’s boy, but he is known for embarrassing me by calling his mom and asking her how to boil water or bake a potato (as if I don’t know). Not surprisingly, most of his points were lost for things like, “teases wife re fatness, slowness” (only 1 demerit?!), or “criticizes wife in public” (welcome to the blog). My favorite point that he got was for being “an interesting entertainer.” My favorite one that he didn’t get was due to his failure to “give his wife ‘movie kisses’ not dutiful peck on cheek.” –I got a kick out of this one, since I actually use the term “movie kiss” regularly to explain my wishes to The Donkey.

In Summary

Although it started out as a silly activity, this was pretty enlightening. The questions may seem irrelevant or outdated, but it was a fun way to spark discussion about what we expect from and value in each other.

(Thanks to Diane from Smart Marriages for publishing this link)

Marriage: A Blessing and a Curse

From The Donkey

Debilitated Donkey

My wife loves watching The Amazing Race and says we should be on it. I have seen several episodes over the years and I must say that I agree. I’m sure it would be entertaining to watch, but I really think we would be a good team. She has many strengths that I do not have and I have many that she doesn’t have. Since we’ve been married I have noticed that some of my abilities have evaporated since I rely on my wife so much. I have concluded that marriage is a both a blessing and a curse.

Marriage is certainly a blessing for many reasons. For example, I have someone to send downstairs to check things out if I hear a noise in the middle of the night. I also appreciate having someone to rely on if I forget something at home and need it brought to work.

Marriage has also been a curse for me. I no longer know how to write out a check. My wife has been managing finances for our entire marriage. The other day she gave me a blank check and told me to pay for something. I couldn’t do it. I actually forgot how to fill it out and did it wrong. Another example is my lack of navigation skills. The other day, when my coworker and I tried to drive from the airport to our hotel (3 miles), it took almost 30 minutes and we noticed that we were going in circles. I was the navigator and I had a GPS that the car rental lady set up for me since I couldn’t figure out how to use it. I guarantee I would have been able to do this in my prime, but marriage has really set me back. If my wife had been there, we would have been to the hotel in no time. I also can’t follow written instructions. If we buy furniture that needs to be put together, my wife has to read the instructions and tell me what to do. I am happy to be the grunt worker, but my reliance on her for instructions has turned out to be a curse. The other day I bought some teeth whiteners. She was out of town, so of course I couldn’t figure out how to use the dumb things and ended up ignoring the instructions and just started ripping the packaging open. I ended up bleaching my fingers instead of my teeth since I had the strips flipped around.

Yes, it is true. Marriage brings many joys, but it also debilitates you if you are not careful. My wife and I would win The Amazing Race, but I would have a hard time finding and using a bathroom in a foreign country if she weren’t with me.