Well, that didn’t last long.
We all make New Year’s decisions knowing that they probably won’t last for long. It usually takes about a month for me to abandon this practice and go back to my routine. Normally, I would make silly little decisions not looking to change anything big: one less beer a day, fasting every Friday, cutting out donuts, stuff like that. But this year I actually wanted to make a meaningful commitment and to see how long could I stick to it.
So, when the clock wound up to ten seconds left in a year, I decided that 2017 will be the year where I won’t pick a fight with my wife over the “lost cause”. To be clear, this is the term I use when I know for a fact that winning a certain argument (or losing it for that matter) will only end up badly for me! Something like having an argument with your wife whether she got fatter or the jeans shrunk. You just cannot possibly be on a winning side for that one. Hence, the lost cause.
Without getting into details, I started, escalated and then in trying to mend the situation caused even a bigger fight with my wife, 2 days into the year. I couldn’t even last for 48 hours without making a shitstorm. So the subject, who did what, why, and when, and all the details were massively stacked up against me, but I kept swinging. The result is: I booked a spa treatment for my wife on Friday. Then on Saturday, she will pick out a suitable gift which I will pay for from my beer fund and I have to make her dinner and waffles. Now you can imagine the shitstorm magnitude I created LESS THAN 48 HOURS
I made the decision of not doing that again!
There is a silver lining in all of this. What my wife still doesn’t know is that our waffle iron is broken, and you can safely guess it was me who broke it. I ordered this one and will throw the old one away.
I’m hoping that heart shaped waffles will win me some extra points and spare me of doing the dishes afterwards. The last time I cooked for my wife, let’s just say it took me longer to clean up than you would expect.
There is a lesson to be learned here, but I seriously doubt that I’ll be the one learning it. And I do realize that not many men will read a blog post regarding a waffle iron or a cake pan. But for those of you who do read this, you can probably relate to my situation. My mistakes don’t necessarily have to be your mistakes as well, so where I failed, you will succeed. And believe me, there is no “marriage school”, so pay attention and avoid New Year’s decisions. You are just gonna end up disappointed.