You know, I try my best to be a helpful partner to Mama Bear. I am by no means perfect or even all that good at it, but I try.
I mean, I do a large portion of the cooking, I try to pick up after myself, I don't run away from dirty diapers, I do my best, which isn't all that great, to keep the house tidy and orderly, and I know this isn't nearly enough, but I'm trying.
That has to count for something right?
Sure, some days I do better than others, and there are days where I feel pretty proud of myself for being a good daddy and husband.
But...then there are days, like today, where I feel like a deviant.
Because I caught myself fantasizing about my wife grilling!
I won't lie about it, and I am not ashamed of it either.
I just think it would be super hot if Mama Bear used the grill a few times.
Don't get me wrong. It's not like watching her grill would be sexy to me or anything...Well, it might be...Who am I kidding of course it would be. She's a raging hottie!
But, more importantly, I think it would be awesome if I didn't have to stand outside all by my lonesome while her and the boys are inside playing games or watching movies or something.
I just think it would be wicked cool to be the one inside once or twice because it is kind of a pain walking in and out with the food and utensils and stuff.
It's not like I don't enjoy doing it. I really do. I like to cook whether it be inside or out. I just like having the boys all to myself once in awhile more. That may change once she goes back to work, but right now I wouldn't mind having them to myself for a bit.
Besides, she might could use a break.
So, I asked her if she wanted to grill, and she said, "I didn't realize I was allowed to."
This instantly made me feel bad.
Of course she is allowed to use the barbecue! I am not that freakish...am I?
Then she said, "Well, most guys don't like their wives to cook out because it would be like taking their manliness away."
Well, I am not like most men I guess. The only thing that I need in order to feel like a man is a mirror.
The hairiness gives it away!
But, now she's got me thinking.
Am I somehow less of a man because I don't mind if my wife uses the barbecue?
Am I some sort of depraved deviant because I actually want her to use it?