My loving husband came into the living room as we were
getting ready for church Sunday morning. He had a shirt draped over his arm,
which he held up for me to inspect.
“Does this shirt go with these pants?” That was the question
he asked out loud. What he was really asking in his
I-know-you-hate-when-I-do-this way was, “Can you iron this for me – please?”
I have to give the guy credit. This was unusually early for
him to approach me with a task to be done. We had more than ten minutes before
we were supposed to leave. I was impressed. He has finally learned to live less
dangerously.
The Spouse and I don’t approach timely obligations in the
same way. My motto is that if you arrive on time you are late, and if you
arrive early you are on time. His theory is more along the lines of - I have to
be there for 10 a.m., therefore I will step out of the shower at 9:50 a.m. I
swear sometimes it’s like we live in different time zones.
This is not something he a) learned from me or b) started
after we got married. When we were dating, a friend of his wanted him to come
over and help with a project. He asked Spouse (then Boyfriend – mine, not his)
to be at his house at 9:30 Saturday morning. When my mate sauntered in at 10 on
the dot, his friend’s father said, “Right on time. And you thought he would be
late.”
Uh huh.
When I was pregnant with Second Born we were scheduled to
attend a Lamaze refresher course. I made him swear he would be on time to pick
me up and get there before the doors closed and it would be obvious we were the
last ones to arrive. About 20 minutes before the class was to start, he called…
from 30 minutes away. I’m sure you already know this did not end well.
I got in my car and drove myself to the class. Spouse
slipped in red-faced, about 10 minutes late. I did not deny he was with me,
which would have been difficult anyway since I was the only excessively
pregnant woman alone in the room. No further discussion was necessary when we
left at the end of class. I believe, however, that Spouse knew if he showed up
late when I went into labor, he might have to figure out if there is such a
term as posthumous parenting.
Spouse was not raised to be late, and in fact he
unquestionably holds the record with family members for being that guy everyone
is always waiting for. It drove my punctual parents crazy when we were dating.
In our early years of marriage I had hopes of getting him to straighten out
what I considered a horribly unacceptable habit. It turns out that instead of
being a positive influence, I have simply become the one standing in the
doorway speaking in a very (very) loud, impatient tone, making it crystal clear
that I am not happy we are about to be late again. And again.
Sometimes it’s all right to cut it close and appear just
before the beginning of, say, a meeting you don’t even want to be at, or
perhaps a party where you know the good snacks won’t be served for the first
half hour. Other times it’s a little more awkward – like when you are being
recognized for your accomplishments at that same meeting you didn’t want to
attend. Yes, this happened to Spouse last year.

As long as I tell him it’s a half hour earlier.
Most marriages operate in different time zones. So glad you can make this a humor column.
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