Peace Offering
Etienne must have really realized he had crossed the line, especially after he continued on this morning about my lack of house keeping skills and I finally went hormonally ballistic (I have threshold of what I can take and when you are going on the third day of "You don't do anything around the house", well, excuse me for blowing a fuse) because he came home with a peace offering: a pastry from our local bakery. And, let met tell you, when E brings home something for me, it really means he feels that he did wrong. But, not only did he get this for me but he also went through public humiliation to get it.
He wanted to get me "une tête de nègre", the pre-politically correct name for a chocolate covered meringue ball with a coffee and chocolate center. Since the last time he set foot in a pastry shop was probably when politically correct didn't exist, well, when he told the lady what he wanted, her welcoming smiley 'bonjour' face quickly turned into a 'you racist who do you think you are?' face. She could have at least told him what the new word for the thing was.
As I was enjoying my chocolate meringue, I secretly smiled to myself with all the trouble he had to go through to get it. Not that he deserved it, but still....
Now if you could only get him to clean the toilet!!!
Posted by: stefanie | April 18, 2008 at 07:07 PM
Good for you! I'm glad he backed off. :)
Jeff has only once critiqued me that way. I made a list of the things I did and how often I did them, and now he praises how wonderful I am on a daily basis!
I guess it also helped that we house-sat for some friends who were much messier than we are. He was there about an hour before he started helping me clean their house. After that, he understood why I do things as often as I do! All I have to do is remind him of their house, and he stops complaining and pulls out the vacuum. :D
Congrats, Andie. I hope he keeps it up!
Posted by: La Rêveuse | April 18, 2008 at 08:23 PM
I know exactly what you mean when you said "when E brings home something for me, it really means that he feels that he did wrong." My husband is the same way and has been so for 25 years. So what IS the politically correct word for this decadent confection?
Posted by: Teresa | April 19, 2008 at 03:43 AM