Be careful for what you wish for. When I started my blog, I had about five or so readers. That has inched up and this month by blogging every day, I’ve seen my readership hold steady in the 150 range. I wrote earlier that my husband seemed uninterested or unaware that I had a blog, even though I would bring it up during family dinner conversations. Yesterday, I wrote a quick Thanksgiving post in a record fifteen minutes as the midnight clock ticked closer. This morning, I arrived to the breakfast table to a surly husband. You see, I failed to mention him in the “little things” I was thankful for.
“But, I said I was thankful for you in the big things.”
“No you didn’t.”
“Yes, I said family. Don’t you consider yourself family?”
“You mentioned your daughter; couldn’t you have mentioned your husband?”
Well, I mentioned I was thankful for her not texting. I’d have been happy to include him too, but he rarely texts. I went through the list in my head. I said I was thankful for the cat for watching a dog show with me. I’d have included him there as well, but he thought watching a dog show was laughable. I could have included him in the plumbing fiasco, but the leak was capped by the time we arrived. He is not a runner, so I couldn’t include him in my trot through the snow. I guess I’m paying the price for being light-hearted, flippant, and attempting to spare him from my unique sense of humor.
In an attempt to make amends, here are some “little” things that I could have thanked my husband for:
- I am thankful that although he is a master at mashed potatoes, he makes them only for special occasions like Thanksgiving. My waistline also thanks him for that.
- I am thankful that he is a good neighbor. Through snow and ice, our community-supported agriculture produce box was finally delivered and they left another box for someone in our neighborhood that the truck couldn’t reach. My husband took the initiative to deliver their box to their house on Thanksgiving morning making sure they had everything they needed for their culinary feast.
- I am thankful that he always has cash in his wallet. I wouldn’t have been able to register for the cancelled turkey trot without it.
- I am thankful that it’s his turn to cook tomorrow. Not every woman has a chef-in-training in the kitchen.
So, there’s my day’s worth of little thanks. Hopefully that gets me out of the doghouse and onto worrying about whom else I’ll offend and what other things I’ll be begging forgiveness for. Isn’t readership grand?