Author: toni

~ 03/16/10

 

Okay. Those of you who are regular readers of this blog know that the single BIGGEST area of contention in the marriage between me and Randy the Perfekt husband is child rearing.

Yeah, I know, you’re supposed to be on the same page about the important things… morals, religion, life goals, child rearing, sushi.  And usually we are but sometimes we’re NOT…  (especially the sushi thing - ICK! but also the child rearing).

Mostly I think it’s to do with how different we were as kids. I was the straight “A” student who worked really hard at school and followed all the rules. Randy, who was super smart and felt unchallenged,  thought school was a bore and mostly screwed around. One would think that’s an indicator of how you turn out in life. However, if you checked out our respective W-2s from our working lives… well, ‘nuf said.  

Anyhow, our latest marital scuffle came on a recent Sunday night.

I should preface this by saying that our daughter Julia takes very much after me. In fact, Randy says that she’s so much like me that the 50% she got from him must be all in her internal organs. Anyway, like me as a kid, she’s a terrific student and an avid reader. In fact, she had been on a tear last year reading all the Harry Potter books. She was up to book six (Half Blood Prince) and was nearing the end when she got sidetracked by the holidays, her birthday and general life fun and never could seem to finish that darn book. 

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I finally gave her the mommy ultimatum.  She had two weeks to finish the book or… well, there was no or else. It was more of a “just because I said so” which I swore I would never do, but I also swore I’d never color my hair, so never say never, right? Also I threw in the added incentive of 10 house points - a rewards system based on the Harry Potter books which actually works pretty well for us. And given that it can take days to earn 10 house points, this was the mother lode.

Well, naturally, despite my nagging encouraging to the contrary, The Half Blood Prince lingered. And lingered and lingered. Until, you guessed it, the Sunday deadline. The whole weekend Julia made choices that took her away from her reading. And the whole weekend, she assured me she would finish the book Sunday evening.

And then the Oscars came on. And Julia naturally wanted to watch them. She’s a HUGE fan of the fabulous gowns and she had seen TWO of the movies (Avatar and Up). I warned her that watching the show meant she wouldn’t finish the book as after the Oscars were over it would be her bed time… but she merely smiled and laughed at “the guy from Night at the Museum dressed like a N’avi”. And then the Oscars were over and predictably, the waterworks and remorse set in.

 

JULIA: Oh no! I didn’t get the book finished. I won’t get my ten house points!

TONI: Too bad. You made your choices.

JULIA: Please mommy, please, can I read the book now?

TONI: No, it’s your bed time.

JULIA: Waaaaaaaaaaa!

At which point Randy the perfekt husband, who’d had nothing to say up until then, chimed in.

RANDY:  Let her stay up and finish the book.

TONI: What the what the?! Uh, no.  She shouldn’t be allowed to violate her bedtime because of her poor choices.

RANDY: (taking my logical argument to heart)  Julia you can finish the book.

Normally this would have resulted in a marital standoff leading to possible curse-inducing, full-scale warfare over the center island (these things always occur with the center island between us). However, being the bigger (and I’ll admit, more tired) adult in the room,  I decided not to go there.

TONI: Fine.

RANDY: (suspiciously) Fine?

TONI: Yep. Let her stay up.

I said smugly and walked away, knowing full well Julia would never be able to stay up and finish the book and the lesson would be learned anyway. La dee dah.

Well, as with most things in life when one is too smug and secure about them, I turned out to be DEAD WRONG!

Not only did Julia finish the book, she stayed up past midnight to do it. Of course I didn’t know this until morning as I’d slept through it all.

When I found out I was STUNNED… and more than a little irritated not only with Randy but myself. I don’t like being wrong.

 

TONI: I can’t believe she finished the book.

RANDY: Yeah. Isn’t it cool?

TONI: No it’s not cool! What does that teach her? That she can put off things until the last minute and still succeed?!

RANDY: It worked for me.  She’s gonna breeze through high school!

 

Randy went to Julia and proceeded to slather on the kudos - congratulating her on her determination and follow-through. I turned, ready to argue my point to the death… but stopped myself. Because I noticed just how pleased and tight the two of them were in this, Julia’s moment of ill-gotten triumph. I watched as they high-fived and hugged and suddenly it occured to me that there was more to this than met the eye.

I realized in that instant that Randy needed to feel like there was SOMETHING about Julia that came from him… besides her internal organs. And this choice of Julia’s, HOW she had succeeded in her goal, was Randy through and through. I backed off and let them have their moment.

When I picked Julia up from school that afternoon and she looked like something out of Romero’s “Dawn of the Dead” I wasn’t entirely convinced I had made the best parenting decision by letting the whole thing drop.  But remembering the look on Randy’s face that morning as they did their little victory dance in the kitchen, I was pretty sure I made a really good marital one.

 

 

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Author: toni

~ 10/19/09

 

So the other night, after Julia was in bed and Randy the perfekt husband was glued to the computer in the office checking his Fantasy scores or something, I crawled into my own bed, remote in hand, all comfy and ready to FINALLY watch the Tivo’d season premiere of HOUSE, one of my favorite shows. (Yeah. I know every episode is the same…strange malady, vicodin-fueled medical jargon, last minute brilliant diagnosis. But hey, I’ve got to feed my hypochondria somehow, and the internet is way too real).   retro-tv.jpg

So I start the show and much to my surprise, it isn’t the same old thing cuz it’s House in a rehab facility that’s really more Cuckoo’s Nest than Promises. No green tea facials in this joint.

I’m kinda enjoying the change. Oh, and there’s FRANKE POTENTE! I’ve liked her since Run, Lola, Run and her great turn on The Shield.

Looks like Greg House is changing his spots…for the good. I don’t buy it. There’s gotta be a twist. House isn’t House unless he’s an addicted asshole. It’s why women find him attractive. Brilliant mixed with jerk makes a potent aphrodisiac. Okay. I’ll bite. What’s gonna happen next? I’m on the edge of my seat. Or rather the mountain of decorator pillows Randy finds completely unnecessary when…speak of the devil.

…Randy walks in. My heart sinks. Not cuz I don’t love him. But because I know he doesn’t love House. He crawls into bed next to me.

 

RANDY: Whatcha watching?

He knows full well what I’m watching as Hugh Laurie is up on screen with a cane in hand.

ME: House.

RANDY: Oh.

Which is husband jargon for “Not that show. It’s the same every episode.”

ME: I know you don’t like this show. You want to watch ESPN?

RANDY: No, sweetie. I know you don’t like watching sports stuff. Say. How about we watch something we both like?

ME: Okay.

I reluctantly, but good-wifedly, put House (who has just become responsible for a delusional patient jumping off a parking garage!) on PAUSE. After all, marriage is about compromise. And my husband has made a nice compromising gesture.  I hand the remote to Randy.

He begins flipping. Channel. After channel. After channel. After a few minutes he proclaims… 

RANDY: There’s nothing good on Saturday nights.

He’s right. There isn’t. Expect maybe for that Tivo’d episode of House!

TONI: You’re right. I guess I’ll just go to sleep.

 

I roll over. Close my eyes. After a beat. CLICK!

And the sounds of ESPN roll over me… Ah. Marriage.

 

P.S. I STILL haven’t seen the whole episode of House.

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Author: toni

~ 10/14/09

 

Yep. The experts have chimed in. And by experts they mean a bunch of geeky guys in lab coats who probably haven’t had a date since Roller Disco was the big fad.

The study from the Australian National University entitled “What’s Love Got to Do With It,” tracked nearly 2,500 couples — married or living together — from 2001 to 2007 to identify factors associated with those who remained together compared with those who divorced or separated.

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Let’s see what they have to say. And see if they got it right.  By the way… none of it has to do with LOVE.

1) AGE -A husband who is 9 or more years older than his wife is TWICE as likely to get divorced - so are husbands who get married before they turn 25. 

Duh, if a guy gets married too young, he feels like he missed out on his youth. You know, strip clubs, picking up chicks in the bar at the Hyatt, waking up in strange hotel rooms in a puddle of his own sick. No one wants to get to the end of his life and say he didn’t do THAT.

Nine years isn’t THAT big a difference say, if a guy’s 35 and his wife is 26. Or even 36 and 45.  But 46 and 55? 56 and 65? 66 and 75? Now you’re talking shifting bed times. Shifting interests. Heck, even shifting body parts. It gets harder to keep up…and let’s face it…to keep it up.  Cialis doesn’t mix with angina medicine. Unless you’re, say, Michael Douglas and your bank account does all the keeping up for you - the marriage isn’t gonna last.  

2) KIDS BEFORE MARRIAGE - 1/5th of couples who have kids before marriage — either from a previous relationship or in the same relationship — separate compared to just 9 % of couples without children born before marriage.

That’s a no brainer. If it’s not your kid, you don’t have the emotional investment nor inclination to stay. In fact, when the kid does something awful and you say “You’d better talk to YOUR kid.”  or “Wait til I tell you what YOUR daughter did today” you’re being factual… not just laying blame for how the genes fell.

If it IS your kid and you had said kid BEFORE you got married, well then it’s likely you got married as a result of a “sense of obligation” or a shotgun.  Neither of which -you come to discover in restrospect- is a good motivation.

3) WANTING KIDS - Women who want children much more than their partners are also more likely to get a divorce.

Ah, kids. The deal breaker. Cuz you know what’s more compelling than a couple’s common interest in art, or their mutual love of weekends in Palm Springs, or the great sex they have together?  A WOMAN’S BIOLOGICAL CLOCK! When that sucker goes off, watch out! If you’re not willing to fork over some sperm, she’ll find someone who will, baby! Know what doesn’t work? A woman who says she doesn’t want kids just to get a guy to marry her in the hopes he’ll change his mind. Oh, he will change his mind. About the marriage.

4) PARENTS - A couple’s parents also have a role to play in their own relationship, with the study showing some 16 percent of men and women whose parents ever separated or divorced experienced marital separation themselves compared to 10 percent for those whose parents did not separate.

Monkey see monkey do. Further proof that you better think twice before letting your kid see you key that car that took your spot in front of the Starbucks.

5) Also, partners who are on their second or third marriage are 90 percent more likely to separate than spouses who are both in their first marriage.

Well, THAT makes sense. I mean, once you perfect something, it’s easier do do again and again. Like riding a bike. Or getting the triple sec-to-tequila ratio right on the margarita recipe.

6) Not surprisingly, money also plays a role, with up to 16 percent of respondents who indicated they were poor or where the husband — not the wife — was unemployed saying they had separated, compared with only nine percent of couples with healthy finances.

The idiot who said “money isn’t everything” was an idiot. Okay, maybe it’s not EVERYTHING. But it’s something. Especially if you don’t have it. Cuz you know what happens if you don’t have it? Stress. And those phone calls from those people at those call centers in India telling you in an accent that you better pay up or else.

7) And couples where one partner, and not the other, smokes are also more likely to have a relationship that ends in failure.

Ah, smoking. The OTHER deal breaker. Know why? Non-smokers are non-smokers for a reason…they HATE cigarettes and the fact that they give you lung cancer, even through secondhand smoke. Smokers are self-righteous and HATE anyone telling them they don’t have the right to smoke and to give themselves and others lung cancer. No amount of sex can compensate for this schism in philosophies. Especially cuz you know what happens AFTER sex… that’s right… smokers light up!

 

And there you have it. To all of which I proclaim a loud and resounding…DUH!  Next time these scientists want to know about what does and doesn’t keep a marriage together, they need to talk to me and my MAMMAKAZES. We’ll give them the lowdown and for a lot less than they spent on their study.

 

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