I'll Take Care of It

Boys are the funniest creatures on the face of the planet. I never really realized how funny until I married one.

Nearly three months ago, husband was loading books onto the bookshelf when the shelf gave way and all of the books fell to the ground. I started to pick them up and he said, "Baby, I'll take care of it." After three weeks, I finally picked up the books and tried to stack them as best as I could on the broken bookcase. The shelf still has not been fixed.

Two months ago, husband was cooking (which, PS, he is SOOOOO good at), he ripped the little drawer underneath the oven clean off the track. I tried to fix it and he said, "Baby, I'll take care of it". The drawer is still sitting off the track.

Every time husband cooks and I try to help clean up, he says, "Baby, I'll take care of it". I end up cleaning the nasty, crusty pots the next day anyway because I usually need to use the pots before he gets around to cleaning them (although I am hard pressed to complain because the food that he cooks in them is usually ten times better than what I cook in them).

The other day, while I was still at work, I got a call from husband saying that the xBox was broken. I didn't think anything of it except to remind him that I had also gotten him the replacement plan when I'd bought the xBox at Christmas (meaning that they will replace the entire system for free for two years if it breaks).

I figured that it would be one of those, "Baby, I''ll take care of it" things. However, when I got home, husband was no where to be seen....and neither was the xBox. He had taken the system straight down to Best Buy, returned it, waited in line for an hour while they transferred some things from the old system to the new system, and even fought for a good ten minutes for the game that came with the original system that they were not going to replace (he lost and ended up without it, which is not a big loss since he never plays it. Never-the-less, he says that he is going to write to Best Buy and tell them about this great injustice).

Turns out that when it's important to husband, it gets done immediately. I'm still trying to think of a way to make grocery shopping as important to him as his xBox is.

And on a completely different note that's actually still the same, husband has a new hobby. We have this TINY patch of weeds behind our condo, about 1 1/2 feet X 4 feet. Right now, it's overgrown, and since I don't have a shovel and wouldn't take care of it even if I did, husband has devised a way to get rid of it. He calls it, "cooking the grass". He boils water and then takes it out and throws it on the weeds. As the steam rises, mingled with the smell of wet, boiling grass (which they would probably eat in Japan), husband looks at me, giggles like a little boy and says, "See, baby! I did good!"