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Before The Melissa Gorga Experiment, I used to spend all morning in my pajama sweatpants and ratty t-shirt. Now Melissa has me wearing “sexy PJs” to bed.
So I instead spent all morning walking around in my nightie. The children at the bus stop got quite a show before I remembered to close the drapes.
Finally, on Day 4, my husband has accepted that I’m not, in fact, trying to poison him when I now serve him breakfast each day. I also made him a nice sandwich when he came home for lunch.
“I made you this sandwich because I love you,” I reminded him as he ate.
“Great,” he said, knowing full well that it is the experiment making me be nice to him.
After a day filled with cleaning the house and 10,000 loads of laundry, I was able to take a shower around 2:00 while both kids were napping.
If you’ve read my earlier posts, it’s obvious that I have taken Melissa’s hint about shaving my legs daily. Now while she doesn’t explicitly mention shaving one’s armpits, I’m going to go ahead and assume that I am also supposed to be doing that daily (ugh). So I did that, too…since it’s Friday…special occasion and all that.
I tried to get everything ready to set the mood for a hot and happy weekend with my family, including
In Love Italian Style, Melissa says that she, Joe, and the kids go out to dinner every Friday night. Since I’d rather poke my eyeballs out than take a 2-year-old and a 3-month-old to a restaurant, I vetoed that idea and decided to make dinner instead: bacon & blue cheese burgers, asparagus, and guacamole.
As the clock neared 5:30, I had to start preparing for N’s arrival. Melissa says one should “dress to please your man.” I’m pretty sure my husband likes me in anything that is not baggy or made of fleece, but I opted for my best pair of mom-jeans and a sexy shirt.
Now, I can’t even remember the last time my husband complimented me on something I was wearing without me prompting him. But he walked in the door and said, “Wow, nice shirt! Whose is it?”
So what if he immediately knew that I had borrowed the shirt from my younger sister? He still liked the shirt. And then that night, a strange thing happened.
I was watching TV and my hubby came in carrying clothes from the dryer. “Oh you don’t have to fold those,” I said.
“I know,” he answered, as he put them on the couch next to me. But then, he started folding them.
“Stop! You can’t. We are going to confuse the gender roles. I have to fold them!” I said.
He just looked at me like I was crazy and before I knew it, the whole basket of laundry was folded. By my husband.
So…is the experiment working? I mean, it’s been four days of no fighting, no nagging, and no yelling…as well as me showering, getting dressed in non-sweats, and shaving my legs.
I asked my husband, “So are you happy? Have these been the BEST four days of your life?”
“Oh believe me, I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop,” he smiled.
Oh yes, that day will come. November 1st. But until then, The Melissa Gorga Experiment continues…
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