I found this sort of guide to wifery online, from the 50’s, a couple of years ago, and supposedly it’s called, The Good Wife’s Guide. “Is this legit, Aunt Becky?” you ask me, a disapproving tone in your otherwise flawless voice. And I will tell you, with absolute certainty, that it doesn’t f***ing matter. It’s Comedy Gold.
Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready on time for his return. This is a way of letting him know that you have be thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they get home and the prospect of a good meal is part of the warm welcome needed.
Planning it out in advance is saying, “Pick up some Chinese food tonight on your way home from work” at 3pm. Trust me when I tell you that I am concerned about my needs far more than his.
Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you’ll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people.
Now, I’m not trying to imply that I look like a million bucks when Dave walks in the door, but honestly the last thing on my mind at 7pm is “Sh*t! Do I look okay?” It’s much more like, “Did I accidently microwave the cat, AGAIN? Sh*t!”
Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it.
Dude. I’m always a little gay. *waggles eyebrows suggestively*
Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives. Run a dustcloth over the tables.
What the flicka is a dust cloth? And I’ll happily make an effort to pick up the clutter the day that Dave does not have a roving sock colony following him around like a wee family.
During the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering to his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction.
Are you SERIOUS? I don’t know how to work the fireplace, and I don’t intend to learn. If he wants to relax by the fire, he can light it himself. I don’t know when catering to anyone’s comfort has provided me with any type of satisfaction.
Unless it involved Prada purses. …Then I could cater a lot.
Minimize all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer or vacuum. Encourage the children to be quiet. Be happy to see him.
If there is noise in the home, it means I am home.
I am noisy.
I am loud.
I speak at extremely deafening decibels.
And really, if I am actually doing these household chores, he should be pleased that I’m not pawning them off on him.
Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him.
My desire to please him? Bwhahahahahahahaha!
*wipes tears from eyes*
Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first – remember, his topics of conversation are more important than yours.
If I waited until Dave stopped talking to tell him such things as, “the sump pump backed up and the basement is flooded” or “I want to have a threesome with a midget,” I’d never be heard.
Dave and I talk over each other with such comfortable regularity that we have actually made a sign that says “Floor” to use when we have Important Discussions.
And wait, how the hell is “the cpm processor of horhelsag to the ajfoijhriwndas is jdsa;hfrioenrhiubnf,” more important than, “Our bedroom smells like cheese” or “cherry flavored pez is a wonderfood.” Because it’s totally not.
Don’t greet him with complaints and problems.
Who else can I greet this way?
Don’t complain if he’s late for dinner or even if he stays out all night. Count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through at work.
If he stays out all night, trust me, my complaining will be the last thing he’s concerned about. More pressing needs might be “How do I get my testicles back from the sewer system?” or “Where else can I let my roving sock colony live? OH LOOK, SOCKS, MADE A BABY! It’s TWINS!”
Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or lie him down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him.
Um, yeah, Michael, how’s it going? Now about that TPS Report? Unless his arm is falling off, he had better pitch in with the kids, the dogs, buying me dinner, whatever. With a big smile on his face.
Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice.
My voice is like a sack of cats fighting over a mouse on a chalkboard. And I yell. Most of the time. And where would I take his shoes? On a date?
Don’t ask him questions about his actions or question his judgment or integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and as such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. You have no right to question him.
MASTER OF THE GOTDAMN HOUSE? Bwahahahahaha!
That’s right, Internet, The Daver is Master of the Bwahahahaha! I can’t even type it without laughing.
I mean, seriously, what am I supposed to say when he says, “I think we should buy a truckload of Twinkies and the biggest Fry Daddy we can find! F**k our retirement!!” Color me boring but I don’t think, “Whatever you say, dear” would work well.
A good wife always knows her place.
Dude, exactly; “my place” is anywhere I f**king want it to be.