Day 11 of The Melissa Gorga Experiment found
Melissa Gorga me in a bit of a jam. The day started off okay. I fixed my husband his cereal and coffee.
Now, a few people have commented that cereal doesn’t count as “making your husband breakfast.”
Here is the deal- my husband is a creature of habit. On weekdays he eats the exact same breakfast and lunch. For breakfast he has a bowl Special K cereal (either the strawberry one or the fruit/yogurt one) and for lunch he has a turkey sandwich, apple, carrots, chips, and water.
So it’s not like he is asking for pancakes and bacon, and I’m just giving him cereal because it’s easy. He wants his cereal.
Anyway, he came home for lunch and I had his meal all set out on the table. Meanwhile my lunch consisted of about 10 mini Kit-Kats and some chips.
Then in the afternoon, shit hit the fan.
My four-month-old decided that he would only nap if I was holding him. So I had my hands full of baby and tons of stuff to do before our weekend trip to Newport, Rhode Island.
As the time neared for my husband to get home from work, I had to make decisions. There was no way that everything on Melissa Gorga’s to-do list was going to get done.
I still hadn’t showered, the house was kind of a mess, and dinner needed to be made. I thought to myself, how would Melissa Gorga prioritize here?
A shower was out, since both kids were now awake. I did, however, re-brush my teeth and throw on some perfume.
I figured that having dinner made but a messy house would be preferable to a clean house but no dinner. So I set about making a quick but yummy dinner- a ham and cheddar quiche.
When my husband came home, I was extra-nice and attentive to make up for not showering and not cleaning.
The funny thing is, he has never once said anything to me about the house not being clean enough. So while “having a clean home” is on Joe Gorga’s list of things he needs to feel respected, I think it’s further down on the list for my husband. He’d rather me just be happy when he comes home. And the dinner thing. That’s kind of a given.
Since he knew I was getting frazzled with preparing for our road trip, my husband went out of his way to be helpful. He brought me home a bottle of wine and he even cleaned up the kitchen after dinner.
When I finally got the kids to bed and went downstairs to relax, he was watching hockey on TV. Instead of making him switch it to something that we would both like, I just let him have his way. This was kind of a big deal for me, because I hate watching hockey. Football and baseball I can enjoy. But hockey? So. Boring.
It ended up not being the romantic Friday night that Melissa Gorga probably had at her house. I went to bed earlier than my husband and wore “Stay away from me” pajamas. Although not showering all day probably also got that message across.
I figured it was okay since we were already at our sex quota for the week. And there’s always hope for tomorrow night in the hotel, even though the last-minute room I booked us is a “historical suite” with two single beds. Should be a good time…