A day in my life
Even if you’re happily married to the love of your life, I feel a moral obligation to warn you that continued reading of this entry will most likely conjure up jealous feeling towards me and maybe even romatic feelings you’ll feel towards my husband. It’s perfectly normal, though, so don’t feel badly 
While trapped at my office for 36 very boring and dark hours over the past 2 days, I did get some good reading in during the daylight hours. My current read, Swapping Lives, got me thinking about how much fun one would have stepping in my life for any given period of time. Doing the work at my job would probably be challenging to most, but my personal life would be the biggest attraction, I think, to someone looking to swap lives with me. Just the opportunity to be “married” to Craig would probably solicit millions of letters from curious and adoring fans who would agree to do just about anything (even be a permenant contestant on Fear Factor) just for the chance to be Craig’s wife for a week. Yes, ladies, it’s that good. My goal is not to pit my husband against yours, that wouldn’t be fair. My desire is to give my fans some insight into just how great life is as Mrs. Craig.
The other night while videoing, I asked Craig what his plans for the next day consisted of- next thing I see is a Diet Pepsi can appear on my screen (a result of Craig holding the can up to the camera on his end) and he announces, “Interview with The Craig is sponsored in part by Pepsi Cola.” A few minutes later, a Mr. Planter’s can of cashews makes it way onto my screen, followed by “Go NUTS for Big Brother with a can of Mr. Planter’s today.” Alright Craig, whats going on? He says, “product placement. You can’t escape it these days.” Seriously, who thinks about these things? Craig, thats who.
Then, there’s the daily things- like, the fact that I haven’t washed a dish or run a load of laundry since we married. Our chore motto is, “Craig does the dirty, Jess gets the clean.” I don’t do dishes. It’s great.
The hubs doesn’t use Credit Cards. If there’s a toy he’s been eyeballing, he’ll save the money and buy it when he has the cash to pay for it. In fact, he bought my engagement ring in July 2002, but didn’t propose until March 2003 because he wanted to have the ring paid off before he poped the question. He saved 3 years to buy the ring too (if you do the math, you’ll realize he began saving for the ring the summer after we started dating).
Craig also takes one for the team if necessary. Occasionally, usually after a Taco Bell trip (or my dinner at Mariachi’s last night with the Fraffels), my stomach will be less than agreeable with what I’ve eaten. We all know the Golden Gas Rule that holding it in gives you pimples (and who wants those?), so in the rare event that my body chooses chemical warfare over zits, Craigs a real trooper. Whether we’re in public (*gasp*) or around family, he’ll take one for the team and claim it as his own. As he puts it, “they’ll blame the fat kid anyway,” so he really doesn’t “make a stink” about that sort of thing. Now thats true love.
A few months ago, while I was driving down to the ‘ville, I spent about 30 minutes on the phone complaining about how I didn’t have anything to wear to Melissa’s going away party. When I got home, I walked in and there were 2 new outfits laid out on the couch. The Hubs bought them for me so I could look nice at the party.
Then, yesterday after one of my usual $100 Target trips, I was fessing up to all of the non-essential items I purchased on a whim. One of these items happened to be a hot pink wallet that I just had to have. While driving home and pleading my case to Craig as to why I needed a new cute new wallet, he remarked, “well, I guess if it’s super cute like you said, then it’s OK.” Score!
When we disagree about something, he never brings up things I’ve done in the past and he always gives me credit when it’s due. I used to complain a lot in college about various things….sorority stuff, people, classes, etc. We’d have a two hour conversation at night and 3/4 of it would be me complaining about how awful my day had been. Then, he’d get his 20 mins in and we’d call it a night. Over time, I’ve become much better about not complaining. In fact, I could have a really crappy day at work, and I’ll forget to tell him all about it. When I do complain, he listens and we move on with things. I think most males would gripe about how much their wives complain, even if the wife makes significant changes and doesn’t complain nearly as much as she did. Not Craig, he lovingly says, “I’m glad you’ve outgrown your complaining stage.”
See what I mean. You want to marry him now, don’t you? I think the key to keeping him content is not interruping his xboxing. As long as he has his game time every week, the aforementioned situations continue.
