The piece details exactly what a good wife
should do each day to prepare for her husband's arrival home
from work. Some of the suggestions are simple common courtesy,
such as "Greet him with a warm smile" or "Listen to him." But
then the article takes pains to define how a wife should
acknowledge her spouse's superiority, with comments such as "Let
him talk first- remember, his topics of conversation are more
important than yours." Can you feel the burn, yet? Or how
about this advice? "Don't complain if he's late home for dinner
or even if he stays out all night. Count this as minor as
compared to what he might have gone through that day." I'll
tell you what! Unless my husband was in charge of our country's
atomic weapons and we'd been at DEFCON 3 or better all night
long, he wants to know that a "complaint" isn't what he could
expect from me once he deigned to return home! According to the
author of this article, at the time the husband is due home, we
wives should turn off all noises coming from washer, dryer or
vacuum. The children should be quiet, and washed up, with their
hair combed and their clothes changed. Because, of course,
"they are little treasures and he would like to see them playing
the part." Can you understand that none of this even fits into
what it is like in our home? Steven would be thrilled to hear
the washer or dryer going when he walked in from work. Then, we
wouldn't have to have that common exchange at 4:00 A.M..
"Karen, do I have any clean socks?" "Arrgh, ummph..." I reply,
which isn't the answer he was looking for! My children may be
clean first thing in the morning, but by the time their Papa
gets home, they are gross! They love playing in the brook and
the sand pile, and if getting dirty keeps them happy, who am I
to interfere by getting out the pressure washer? Of course, we
would love to see them being quiet once in a while, but I think
Steven loves their daily squeals of delight when he walks in the
door, even better.
The Good Wife's Guide also charges us
wives to not ask questions about our husband's actions or
question his judgment. We must remember that he is the master
of the home. We have no right to question him! The last
sentence says, "A good wife knows her place." Gag me with the
spoon that I used to stir his relaxing after-dinner tea with! Or
the dust cloth I used to run over the furniture before he
arrived! Or the ribbon I put in my hair so that I would be
"fresh looking" after his day with work-weary people! Patooey!
I love my husband. I have been known to
remove his boots, or to build a fire for him when he says "Brrr!"
The article states that caring for his comfort will provide the
wife with immense personal satisfaction, and I suppose that it
does. But to have it EXPECTED of me? To be directed to do it?
To know that it is my "place"? I beg to differ! Or perhaps I
should just say, "I differ!" I don't see subservience to those
levels as my position in life. If my husband shows good
judgment, then I am happy to trust in it. If he's honest with
me, I have no NEED to question him! And if he feels the need to
stay out all night, then fine! I'll be happy to accompany him,
or if that's not acceptable, I can give him the names of several
nice boarding houses for homeless folks.
Lucky for
me, Steven doesn't feel that mine is an unequal role. If he
did, I think I could come up with "A Good Husband's Guide" to
level the field of our relationship. This guide would have
several suggestions to help the husband ease the burdens that
his wife carries. Just a few examples would be: Don't expect
your wife to clean up after you when you've been home all day
and she's been working. She doesn't expect you to scrub the
house from top to bottom, but it would enrich her evening if the
house was not a disaster when she arrived. Don't leave tools on
the kitchen counter when their storage spot is only a few feet
away, or dirty socks on the floor when two more steps would take
them to the hamper. Don't give her "zerberts" when you have
three days' worth of whiskers, or flap the blankets at her after
wrestling with the after-effects of a cabbage dinner. Cherish
her, respect her, tell her she's beautiful even if she's not,
and for pity's sake, feel free to be using the vacuum cleaner
when she arrives home!
Copyright 2001 Karen L. Pease