And the countdown to November has begun. Only four more days of pretending to be Melissa Gorga left!
Day 28 of The Melissa Gorga Experiment started like all the rest. Except that we ran out of cereal.
I made my husband an instant oatmeal packet instead. Unfortunately for him, it was one of those tiny Oat Revolution packets that made like half a bowl of oatmeal.
“It’s too dry,” he said.
“Well then here, I’ll add more water,” I said. He declined.
He somehow managed to choke it down. I packed him leftover stew for his lunch, since I hadn’t had time to get to the grocery store for his regular lunch fixings.
I cooked a delicious dinner that was just about ready by the time he got home: grilled chicken, green beans, and wild brown rice.
Now I know Melissa Gorga says that the man shouldn’t do the “traditionally” female roles like child care and cooking and cleaning.
But…she does say something else: “Never compare your husband to another man.” Basically, appreciate him for him and what he brings to the table.
Joe Gorga then adds in the book, “Listen, some men change diapers, some go food shopping, some even fold the laundry, and others work a twelve-hour day. You can’t have it all. You married your husband for a reason. Try to remember what it was.”
We all know that Joe Gorga isn’t changing diapers, by his own admission. Well my husband is one of those guys who changes diapers, does bathtime, reads books at bedtime, folds the laundry (if I ask), and vacuums.
And that is what works for us.
Melissa Gorga tweeted this to me the other day:
Trust me, he does. Like today when he encouraged me to go for a run after dinner while he occupied the kids.
Yes, they were both ready for bed and yes, he “forgot” to give the baby the bottle I placed in the room and said “Here’s his bottle.” But still. I was able to get out for a 20-minute jog with the dog.
(Sidenote: This is the second time in a month that I have been chased by loose dogs on my run. Is it so hard to keep your f-ing dogs in your yard?!?! Especially when they don’t have identification on them. Get it together, people! End of rant.)
When we were going to bed, my husband even offered to get up with the baby at night so that I could have a full night’s sleep. In one of the dumbest decisions EVER I said no. And guess who was up like 5 gazillion times with a fussing baby?
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