Married couples, especially those with kids, know that raising a family and running a household depend a lot on the successful collaboration between husband and wife. And part of a successful collaboration is being sensitive to the other’s needs. For instance. One afternoon two weeks or so ago, I had this splitting headache.
Speedy: “Uminom ka ng Biogesic (Take a Biogesic).”
Me: “Ayoko. Pagpapawisan ako. (I’d rather not. It makes me perspire so much.)”
Speedy: “Ganito gawin mo: uminom ka ng Biogesic tapos umidlip ka (Do this: Take a Biogesic then take a nap).”
Me: “Okay, bahala ka na magluto ng hapunan (okay, so you’ll take care of cooking dinner)…”
Speedy (after pausing for a few seconds): “Tiisin mo na lang (You should just bear the pain).”
Huh?!? Wrong example of successful collaboration in marriage? Oh, okay, let me give you a better example then.
Collaboration. That means teamwork, right? We are acutely aware of that, Speedy and I, now more than ever because after a series of domestic helper disasters, we finally decided we’d stick with the arrangement of having a cleaning/ironing woman come in three times a week plus a daily gardener AND NO MORE live-in house helper.
When I say series of disasters, I’m not referring to the incident that led to the firing of the two house helpers last month. There were two other disasters. We were able to hire a good replacement but her mother insisted on taking her so she could assist the mother in her market stall in Pampanga. So, we lost her after a mere five days.
Then, we hired another but this one didn’t even know how to sweep the floor under the furniture but kept announcing that she was done with the cleaning. So, we fired her after four days.
Then, there was this applicant (lucky for me because as I was still asleep, it was Speedy who talked to her so I didn’t have to suffer that sickening feeling of another potential disaster) who came to the house wearing FULL MAKE-UP with BLOOD-RED LIPSTICK (Speedy said she looked like Aling Dionisia) who never even got as far as getting a trial period.
So, anyway, that’s the current situation and we’re getting used to the weekday evening routine of me cooking, Alex setting and cleaning up the dining table, and Speedy doing the dishes. When we go to the supermarket, we put everything that we bought in all the proper places and we do it in a synchronized manner that we don’t even need to talk while we do it. You know, like second guessing what the other thinks. Almost eighteen years of marriage and we better be good at that, right?
And we’re collaborating on a project too. Well, sort of a project anyway. Starting next week, Speedy will be in charge of breakfast and I can take photos while he does it. Here’s a dry run. He brought me a breakfast tray one morning when, after Alex had left for school, all I wanted to do was crawl back in bed and go to sleep until dinner time.
Nice, eh? With him cooking breakfast everyday, that means I can be less frantic during the morning because after fixing Alex’s lunch box, I know I have a good breakfast to look forward too.
Why should you care? Well, because that also means the Breakfast Daily section will be active again.
There, I’ve announced it. Speedy can’t say anymore that he has changed his mind.