Perfect Princess, Imperfect Me

It has taken me awhile to strike up the courage to write this one, because I will never live it down once I do. At least that is what I have told myself. The real truth may be that no man really wants to admit he is wrong. If you want to learn more about this particular “truth” read Men are from Mars Women are from Venus.

The world has changed a lot since I was born. Even though there are only officially 160,000 stay at home dads, there are millions more single dads. A lot of the dads who work from home and watch the kids while their wife goes into the office are not included in the sahd numbers. So in fact there are many more than you think.

Furthermore, it is now the norm that the household has two earners. We do, if you count the fifty cents I earn a day writing for this blog and the Examiners.com webpage. Yet I am not sure that we are better off (I guess you wouldn’t either with 50 cents). Fifteen years ago, Money magazine ran an article comparing a couple who were both lawyers to one of the lawyer’s parents. Her parents only had dad working as a principal in an elementary school. The article said that the 2 earners with well over $200k in earnings actually were worse off financially, than her parents had been due to taxes and general cost of living.

What does this have to do with this blog? Not sure, but it came to mind. Are we better off if I worked, or not? I would have to say we would be, but my imperfect resume lends itself to recruiting, and right now those jobs are scarce, so I am patiently looking for the right opportunity.

What is it like being married to perfection? Difficult. Leads me to drink. But she doesn’t drink and remembers everything the next day, so I can’t drink too much. And that just leaves me thirsty.

Okay, not true about the thirsty part. Those of you, who know me, know I am rarely thirsty.

The Princess was a star in high school with cheerleading and all that rah rah stuff. She was a bigger star at Trinity University, including homecoming queen, big wig in her sorority and the Pan-Hellenic which oversees all of the sororities. When she graduated she made manager at Arthur Andersen in 3 ½ years when the norm was 5 to 6 years. I didn’t quite do as well in any of the aforementioned categories.

I was content to get an A. The Princess had to get an A plus to be happy. Hell, even her brother, who is now a surgeon, was happy with just an A.

But 90 percent is not the grade for the Princess. Which is why she is so successful and I can make fifty cents a day and we can still get by. The problem in all of this, or I prefer the word “issue,” is that I am never right.

I am a man. I like to be right. Read Men are from Mars….

How imperfect am I? Well, when Carson was first born the Princess wanted me to keep track of the times of all his feedings and how much he consumed. Why you ask? Well that is what I asked too. If you have read any of my other blogs, you know that was the wrong question. So after a night on the couch, I decided to keep track.

I can’t speak for other wives, even though I have had two others, but my Princess likes to keep track of things. I can’t even keep track of where I am going with this blog. She makes a lot of lists. I am not fond of lists. If I go to the store and pick up 70% of what I was supposed to I think that is okay. I guess that is why the perfect Princess calls me a Seventy Percenter. But that’s another story