Today was a *relatively* easy day for The Melissa Gorga Experiment, due to the fact that my husband had a day trip for work…meaning he left before I got up and didn’t get home until 8:00 P.M. Thus, there was not much opportunity for me to treat him like a king, or to mess up and treat him like a slave.
I suppose I could have gotten up when his alarm went off and set out breakfast for him. Thankfully, though, even after eight straight days of me pouring him cereal, he was still able to do it himself this morning.
While he was gone, I didn’t bother him with any texts of my usual daily gripes about whose nap was too short and whose nap was too long. Or who was unable to get a shower.
In fact, the only texts I sent him were upbeat and casual.
At 1:33 P.M. I texted, “Hello my love. How’s it going?”
No answer. I didn’t get mad or write something rude back, like, “So glad you could take two seconds to answer me.”
I just tried again later with yet another cheerful text. Success!
He arrived home from his business trip to a happy, mostly clean house and family. (He showed up a half hour early, otherwise the kitchen would have been spotless.)
One final note from the end of the night. I was waiting to go into the bathroom and brush my teeth. My husband was in there for a few minutes with the door closed, obviously doing his business. (The business of pooping.)
Now, Melissa Gorga is very adamant about not letting Joe Gorga see, hear, or smell her pooping. That sort of thing doesn’t really embarrass or bother me, although maybe it should.
I have no qualms about barging into the bathroom to take my contacts out, wash my face, etc. when my husband is in there. It definitely bothers him that I do that. So tonight, I refrained.
When my husband was done, he came into the bedroom. I said, “Did you notice? I waited until you were done before barging in.”
“Yes,” he said. “I appreciate you respecting my privacy. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I said, closing my laptop as he walked over to me.
“What were you doing?” he asked.
“Writing about you pooping,” I answered.
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