I am single. I embrace a lot of things about being single. I don't have to get anyone else's opinion about what's for dinner, where to go on vacation, how to spend money, or what to do this Friday night. I am the sole authority in my home and I kind of like it that way.
Don't get me wrong...I would love to be married and have more kids one day. But until that happens, I am loving the life I have now.
That being said, there are times that I truly wish there was a husband around. You know....times like the ones listed below.
1. In the presence of a big, hairy spider.
I had a big, hairy spider in my house today. And I had to get up and use my own size 6 1/2 shoe to squish him. If I had a husband, he could have squished the spider for me. And even if I had a husband that wasn't home at the time, surely he would have a shoe in the house bigger than my own. The bigger the shoe, the more distance between my hand and big, hairy spiders.
2. At the end of a big snow storm.
I love watching snowflakes gently falling from the sky. But eventually, I will have to venture out of my nice warm home to go somewhere. That means the snow needs to be shoveled. That is NOT a fun job. And it's NOT a warm job. A husband's help would definitely make that job better.
3. When the trash can is full.
I detest taking the trash out. I know it doesn't make sense, but I would rather fold laundry, do the dishes, AND scrub the bathroom than spend two minutes carrying a full trash bag from the kitchen to the outside garbage bin. And THEN drag the bin down to the curb every Sunday night? Forget it. And yes, I am aware that this is a completely irrational hatred, but it is what it is. And if I ever do get married again, that will be the one chore that I will INSIST is the husband's job.
4. When things go bump in the night.
The other night, I was in bed and was almost asleep when I heard a noise that sounded like the door to the basement closing. I was sure it was nothing, but I couldn't NOT check. I mean, let's face it. I live with my 11 year old daughter. If something happened to her because I chose NOT to investigate a strange noise in the night, I don't know that I could ever forgive myself. So I got up to check things out. So there I was, all 125 lbs of me, walking around my house with my bedside knife in one hand (don't judge me) and my cell phone in the other...with 911 already entered and waiting for me to hit the green button. I walked all around the house, opening every closet door. I even went down into the basement to make sure all was okay. Of course, there was nobody in the house. But that was definitely one of those moments that a husband in the house would have made me feel a bit better. Okay, a lot better.
5. To....umm....well....make babies.
I love being a mommy. And I absolutely want more kids. Unfortunately, I haven't found a way to reproduce all by myself. And I won't have premarital sex. This means a husband will be necessary if I am ever to become pregnant again.
Being single has its perks, but sometimes it's just practical to have a husband around.
