Why yes there are! Â Especially in this household. Â The differences are often not plain to see – but sometimes, every once in a while, there they are glaring back at you. Â This week was a week where differences came through for us. Â I think it was amplified by the fact that we were in the same space a lot of the time (which we *NEWS FLASH* aren’t always! Â Gasp!)
I’ve already laid out in detail how my hubby is a perfectionist. Â This is a great asset to have. Â I am not one. Â I can’t think like a perfectionist, and no matter how hard I’ve tried, I can’t be a perfectionist. Â I go around the house and clean, he goes around and makes it better. Â It works pretty good for us.
My hubby is claustrophobic. Â I am not. Â He hates being caught in teeny spaces, hates being head-locked, and hates that moment when his head gets caught in a turtleneck sweater before it pops through. Â This is the reason why I cannot for the life of me understand one of our main differences. Â I wake up in the morning and throw open the curtains to greet the day! (And I’m not even a morning person!) Â I open Poppet’s curtains and point out the flowers in her window. Â I go downstairs and open the blinds in the living room and kitchen. Â I open the front door and latch the storm door. Â Hubby………well, if I blink I walk back into a deep, dark, cave of a living room with all the lights off, the front door shut, and the kitchen blinds returned to their state of repose. Â I don’t know how he does it so fast, but there I am, in darkness again! Â He calls it privacy. Â I call it seclusion. Â I thought he was claustrophobic? Â It’s not like we live in a large place full of open concept spaces. Â I find it gloomy, he finds it cozy.
Another area of difference that jumped out, this week in particular, is the way we get sick. Â I got sick first. Â I had to take care of Poppet and there were no breaks. Â Hubby came home. Â He (thankfully) took Poppet to the store and gave me a break. Â But then he continued to give me a break, and continued, and continued. Â When he got food poisoning later in the week I understood.
When a woman gets sick:
1. Â We want companionship – There’s something to that saying that misery loves company. Â Pretty sure it was made by a woman left to be sick on her own.
2. Â We want pampering – Not suffocating, but we want to not have to think about one extra thing other than getting well.
3. Â We want entertainment – We are on the go all the time. Â Getting sick and having to stay put can be awfully boring.
4. Â We want peace – We don’t want to have a debate on the latest price of gas, or the speed traps, or the graffiti around town. Â We just want calm.
When a man gets sick: Â (this is just my observations, probably not at all accurate, but just what I can figure)
1. Â He wants to go to bed and sleep.
2. Â He doesn’t want to be smothered, he just wants to sleep.
3. Â He doesn’t want to watch TV, listen to music, or talk about the kids…..he’s busy sleeping.
4. Â He doesn’t want peace, he has peace (see #3)
Personally, I think a sick woman is probably a lot more fun to be around since she still wants to be around you! Â A man seems to go into hibernation and wake up at the end of it all fully alert and well. Â Me, I pull out the DVD’s, cozy up under the sheets, and settle in for the long haul. Â Hey, I might even come with alcohol in the form of a hot toddy or two. Â Come on – isn’t that inviting?