September 14, 2011

Exhibit D.

My husband says some really dumb shit.

Screenshot of his Facebook page.

He also plays a lot of online poker.

I would never actually say the words aloud in his presence but ... he's pretty damn good at it. In recent years, he has made more money playing online poker than he has playing hockey. It's time consuming, addictive, and let's call a spade a spade - it's gambling and gambling can be dangerous. But he knows what he's doing and I have a hard time arguing with that. It's his poker winnings that allow us to be comfortable; that pick up the slack when we don't receive a paycheck (or three).

Man-Corner-Of-The-Living-Room
So tonight I helped him set up his poker man-cave, complete with an 18" laptop and a 27" Samsung monitor. Space is limited in most team-provided European apartments so his man-cave is really more of a man-corner-of-the-living-room, but it works.

He starred at me as I struggled to find a place to store the displaced furniture and decor. "Why don't you just stack it all in Linden's room?" No, he's two and he's wild. Things will fall, blood will be shed. I hear Germany has a great health care system but I would prefer that we don't have to find out, you know?

His next brilliant suggestion had something to do with storing our bathroom towels in the armoire in our bedroom to free up space on top of our washing machine. The details don't matter, I promise you that it was a super-lame idea. I tried to explain to him that I wanted our apartment to feel more like a home and less like ... a storage unit, with random crap in random places.

Then he said it. With a tone. Exhibit D. "Look, we're in Europe. Sometimes you just have to make things work."

Oh really? That's the key? I just have to make it work?

I won't lie, I totally lost it. Like Mel Gibson lost it.

Are you fucking kidding me? I have been making things work for nearly five years! When have I not made it work? Expletive. Expletive. Expletive.

I know I don't have to explain myself to you. You understand. This is what we do; we make things work. So I'm not saying that I need a pat on the back - I am lucky to be here, lucky to be making things work for another season. None of that is lost on me and I wouldn't have it any other way.

But it isn't always easy to make things work, especially over here. Not a day goes by that something doesn't kind of go awry. And who fixes it? Me. So I do deserve a little credit or appreciation from him. For putting on a happy face. For going with the flow. For making his life that much easier. Or for at least trying to do those things.

After banishing him to his man-corner-of-the-living-room, I managed to calm down. I explained how infuriating (and equally insulting) his comment was and I tried to get him to see it from my perspective. I highly doubt he was listening, let alone understanding, but he apologized.

I'm thinking that tomorrow, I'll make his credit card work at IKEA.

11 comments:

  1. My husband will never realize everything I do in our house unless I let it all go to shit...which I'm not willing to do because I'm still gonna be the one to have to clean it all up. Aha. Enjoy your shopping spree. You deserve it :)

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  2. Is this sort of like when you move to a new hockey city...they go to the rink, and then the magic elves come and put everything away, do the laundry, grocery shop, pay the bills, etc.

    They come home and don't even notice everything has been done for them?

    As Tim Gunn would say..."Make it work"

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  3. It's like the first gal said, the only way to make him realize how much you MAKE IT WORK you have to let it all go to hell to prove your point. 9.9 times out 10 you will end up digging out that mess too.

    I don't want you and your husband fighting. But I am SO PROUD OF YOU for losing your shit on him! He needed that! And you needed to get it out! SO PROUD. Good for you!

    And you know when he says "What's that EXPEDIT bookcase doing over there?" You say "just making it work babe! Here have a meatball with ligonberry sauce!

    SO. STINKIN. PROUD!

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  4. My hubs says stupid shit too. Think it's just a man thing. And they seriously don't understand the need to deplete the piles around the house that just look like crap. But you do... SO IKEA it is girlie! Do it! :)

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  5. Haha, laughing at Tales, Make it work! Well, you are amazing, can I say that. And pat you on the back. He knows all you do for him and Linden. I just like to think he doesn't have the right words to articulate that. :)

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  6. Stopping by from Texa's Storyteller Hop. I can only imagine the kind of stress you would have, having to up and move *continents* every few months. Hope things are better now :)

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  7. I know it's a cliche, but 'don't get mad, get even' just SO works, doesn't it?!?!

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  8. Hey love, thanks for joining in the hop this weekend. :) Hope you are having a great start to it all!

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  9. I just burst out laughing at your last line.
    At least he apologized, even if he still doesn't get it. It's a start.

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  10. Ha ha my husband loves poker too. So funny! Did you hear they made online poker illegal or something? I can't remember the details on it but it seems like I heard something like that...
    So I am doing my very first link up on my blog tomorrow. Would love for you to come link anything up! http://www.rolleduppretty.com/ Have a great day!
    Savannah

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  11. Bwahahahaha! What I wouldn't have done to be a fly on the wall for that conversation!

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