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The Melissa Gorga Experiment: Day 8

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My sister Melanie made this gem for me.Β 

I got a lot of negative feedback on my cozy Elmo slippers. Point taken. I will refrain from wearing them, as I agree they are neither sexy nor Melissa Gorga-like.

And no, my husband does not particularly care for them. But he also hates my Uggs, so clearly he doesn’t have good taste in shoes.

On Day 8 of The Melissa Gorga Experiment, I recommitted to my goal of a happier and hotter marriage. No more slacking off and wearing sweats and Elmo slippers.Β 

Today I wanted to focus on what used to be the trickiest part of my day- that hour when it’s dinnertime, bathtime, and my husband getting home from work…the perfect storm for arguments in my house.

It’s the end of the day. Parents are tired. Kids are cranky. Everyone’s hungry.




InΒ Love Italian Style, Melissa advises against unloading all your problems on your husband as soon as he walks in the door.

Yes, my day may have been tough taking care of a toddler and an infant, but my husband’s day at the office was also probably challenging.

So when my husband came home, I refrained from telling him how I had gotten my contact lost under my eyelid for my only free 45 minutes of the day.

Or how my daughter had attempted to sabotage my nicely-set dinner by throwing every single napkin into the garbage and scribbling with markers on the table. I did not tell him any of that.

Instead, I asked my husband how his day was. I didn’t make any digs about how he was late or we were starving.

I showed off my awesome Halloween window monsters that I made.

I was dressed in an attractive outfit of black leggings, a gray sweater, and wedges. I had taken a few seconds to spritz on some perfume and apply mascara, too.

As a result, the mood was happy and light. We did our best to enjoy a nice dinner together, despite a screaming two-year-old who didn’t want to eat chicken. Or potatoes. Or carrots.




After dinner, I even let my husband go swimming at the gym while I did bedtime for the kids. This is something that he likes to do a few times a week, but doesn’t often do it.

By me suggesting that he go swimming, he thinks I’m being nice. And I know that I’m really getting an hour alone to watch General Hospital.

And it ends up being a lovely evening for both of us πŸ™‚

Update: I TOTALLY forgot to mention how my wonderful husband arrived home from swimming with two pints of ice-cream for us and BOTH were flavors that I like!

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13 thoughts on “The Melissa Gorga Experiment: Day 8

  1. Yaaaay! I learned to vent with girlfriends over a glass of wine instead of telling my husband about my bad day. I loved how day 8 went

    1. Can’t believe I forgot to add that my husband came home with ice-cream for me after he went swimming!!

  2. Hilarious! Melissa was born in the wrong decade, no? BTW, I live in Montville. And I never see her. But I do see Teresa now and then. My kids go to school with the girls. Funny also, there is another family in our town with the last name Giudice and whenever the daughter meets anyone she’s like, “NO RELATION! NO RELATION!!!”

    1. OMG. I’m giggling out loud. LOLing, I guess I should’ve said. That’s so funny that the girl says that! Where do you see Teresa? Does she look strange w/o makeup on? Are your kids in class w/ any of the Guidices?

      1. πŸ™‚ Wouldn’t you?? I sure would. I see Teresa at banal places like the post office, dry cleaners, Halloween parade at the kids’ school. No, the girls are slightly different ages than my sons so they’re in the same schools but not grades. She always wears baseline amounts of makeup — not the war paint, but a normal amount — but she always wears a hat — guess blow drying is just too much work (I wouldn’t bother probably, either). She is a crazy driver and the moms at the elementary school all complain about how she flouts the carpool rules in the morning and holds up traffic to talk to teachers.

  3. I love that he brought home ice cream. I’ll admit, I read a lot of the negative feedback on the book, but it’s obvious that sometimes, being intentionally loving to your husband is great for him and YOU! Keep it up, girl! πŸ™‚
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