I’ve had this idea for a post for a long time now. In fact, I ponder how to communicate this randomly profound information every time I do socks.
Before I go any further, I need to brag on my husband. I fear what I am about to tell you may allow you for a brief second (if you don’t know him) to think he’s lazy. The truth and reality I live with daily is the opposite of that. Our life is not a conventional one…never really has been :). He works hard. He works a lot. He plays the role of stay-at-home-dad most days with Sophia. He is a pastor/church planter. He is an amazing husband and father. He’s a keeper.
There is nothing in this house he won’t do. I do the great majority of cooking but when it comes to cleaning/laundry we are pretty much even-steven.
There is one exception. I laugh at this every time. He should be glad I have a great sense of humor.
Ray looks at socks and declares “that is not my love language”.
First of all, he’s never read the book but still manages to master that excuse.
Second, he’s cute enough to pull off that statement, so I go with it.
Third, I think to myself “I have got to get me one of these”.
By “one of these” I mean something I avoid ever having to do again using the “love language excuse”. I have to think about this. It has to be good. I’m pretty sure you only get one ridiculous thing to avoid. It has to be good.
Note – I do mean ridiculous. Most of life can’t be avoided…but socks make the list…apparently!
Sometimes, it’s the little things that make the world go ‘round. For example, I don’t think my mother in-law has pumped gas in 30+ years. I’m not joking.
Do you have one of these ridiculous avoidances? I’d love to hear what your “love language excuse” is. I’m still working on mine.