Listening to your husband is a very good idea. I know this. It’s just that when I’m reading something, I very much dislike being interrupted.
I was engrossed in some post or essay, I don’t even remember, earlier this afternoon when my husband came in.
Him: “I’m working on fixing that chair, but I need to go to the hardware store for a dowel.”
Me, not looking up from what I am reading: “Oh, okay.”
Him: “I (something something) and took a bucket to wash out the pond dye from the pedal boat.”
Me: “Good.” (Back to reading)
Him: (words, words, that I’m not listening to because of the important thing I am reading, so important I cannot even remember what it was): “…and put the bucket over the hole. I’ll get some yellow jacket spray while I’m at the hardware store later.”
Me, annoyed that he won’t stop talking while I’m reading: “Uh-huh.”
You do know where this is going, don’t you?
An hour later…
Me to him: “I’m going out to pick some zucchini and weed the garden!”
Me to myself once I get outside: “Now what is this bucket doing here? Is this the bucket he used to wash out the boat? *sigh* Why can’t he ever pick up after himself? I’ll just pick the bucket up for him and put it away.”
And that is what I did, with a martyred sigh…I picked up that bucket and started to walk..and then run toward the garden as rather suddenly liquid fire began to rain down upon the back of my right leg.
I ran into the house screaming, “Help, help! Aghhhh…”
Luckily my husband is a better listener than I am and came to my rescue.
So now I am sitting on the couch with a baking soda poultice and an ice pack on my red, swollen leg…
…sharing this helpful bit of painfully-gleaned wisdom with you while my husband is at the hardware store buying a wooden dowel for the broken chair and yellow jacket spray to take care of the nest in the hole in the ground over which he had placed that bucket.
Always listen when he speaks.