Yesterday morning as I chopped my apple to place in my instant oatmeal before nuking it (good stuff; you should try it), I thought about all the apples Megan had at her house while I was there last week. She has a lot. All different kinds, too, from galas—my fave—to honeycrisp and yellow ones of some sort and more.
"Preston won't stop buying them," she told me, followed by a wish he'd buy fruit that's a little easier for Bubby and Mac—especially Mac— to eat rather than crisp and crunchy apples. (That require coring and slicing and, in Mac's case, peeling and dicing, too.)
As I cut my apple yesterday morning, I thought about Preston picking out apples for his family and realized that Jim, my husband, has likely never, ever bought an apple. Not for his family, not for himself. I buy the apples. All the apples...which are usually gala because those are what I like. Even when the girls lived at home, I was the family apple buyer.
Considering my apple for yesterday's breakfast and all the apples I've bought in the past while Jim has never bought a single one, I thought of some other things that Jim has never done in our 30+ years together. Things he's never done because I did them. For example:
Five things my husband has never done (because I did/do)
1. Not only has Jim never bought apples, he's never done the weekly shopping for our household.
2. He's never wrapped all the Christmas gifts. Or birthday gifts.
3. He's never played Tooth Fairy.
4. He's never done the back-to-school shopping. Or any clothes shopping with and for our daughters. (A special hell all its own, one you may know if you've had teen daughters.)
5. He's never cooked breakfast for the family.
Seeing how it's the political season, though, and I don't want to seem as mud-slinging as those running for office, in the interest of providing fair and balanced coverage here on Grandma's Briefs, I offer this:
Five things I have never done (because my husband did/does)
1. I've never changed a tire. Ever. Embarrassing but true.
2. I've never climbed an extension ladder and hung holiday lights on the outside of our house.
3. I've never worked three jobs at one time to keep our family afloat.
4. I've never wired a light fixture, a ceiling fan, an outlet that needed repair.
5. I've never changed a catheter bag. He did—mine, twenty or so years ago during an especially scary time. (Probably more scary for him than me, to be honest.)
Now is the place in my post that I should be wrapping it all up with a point. That point, though, has morphed, the more I wrote, the more I considered my lists.
I originally planned to point out what a helpful son-in-law I have, for Preston not only buys apples and has even done the weekly shopping, he changes poopy diapers and bathes my grandsons pert-near as often as does my daughter. While that's cool and admirable and something I appreciate, it's no longer my point.
My point now is this: Who needs a husband to buy freakin' apples when they're willing to change your pee bag?
Not me.
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Today's question:
What is your favorite kind of apple? (Bet that's not the question you expected, is it?)
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