Why is my husband incapable of making the bed, dressing our daughter, emptying the dishwasher, ironing and cooking? Why is he unable to give the correct response to "does my bum look big in this?"? In fact, why can't he say anything other than "you look alright" when I am blatantly fishing for compliments, and even when I'm not? Why doesn't he see that the rug needs hoovering? Why doesn't he notice that the plants need watering? Why does he pick up the TV remote control and flick relentlessly through the channels rather than sticking with one thing or, God forbid, turn the damn thing off? Why does he squeeze the toothpaste tube in the middle and always leave the loo seat upright? Why does it take three times as long to do the weekly shop when he comes with me? Why do I have to arrange his car insurance? Why does he leave his BlackBerry switched on overnight and manage to sleep through all the email alerts coming through at 3 o'clock in the morning?
BUT, he brings me a cup of tea and toast in bed every morning and gets our two year old up. He empties the bins, he picks up the dog poo and he cleans the parrot. He works hard so that I can be a SAHM. He fills the dishwasher and scrubs the kitchen floor. He mows the lawn and is really good at DIY. More than all of this, he loves me for all my faults and foibles, and best of all he let me go shopping today with his credit card!!!