Training Husbands

Right, as we all know correct and appropriate training of the husband is of vital importance to running an efficient household. I think I’m doing reasonably well, even if I haven’t managed to train his associated family in any way, I have at least managed to drill some reasonable behaviour into the hubby. For example, I don’t have to deal with random socks and pants on the bedroom floor, they are put straight into the washing basket. Dirty plates etc are generally put straight into the dishwasher and he even tidies up toys as they stray around the living room. There are no random piles of rubbish in the main living areas of our house and AND the toilet seat is always in an appropriate position for me, if you catch my drift.

However, in my manual of household rules which must be adhered to at all times, I clearly forgot to include rules for cooking chicken and taking over in the kitchen. On Sunday, this proved mildly irritating as he managed to feed the entire family a seriously undercooked chicken. I think we have escaped unscathed, at least, so far, but it has proved a little bit of a worry. Still, at least he tried and for that alone I am grateful.

With this in mind I realise just how lucky I am, I have a wonderfully supportive husband who really does try his best. When I look back and think of the boy who I first moved in with, I am overawed at the effort that he must have put in just to impress me. He has gone from someone who didn’t know one end of a screwdriver or hammer from the other, to someone who could happily build and plumb an entire kitchen and will turn his hand to anything from replacing our guttering to changing nappies at 1 am. He is more of a childcare expert than me and he helps me choose clothes, decide on what to feed the family and is not ashamed to read Red magazine and comment on things in it. He juggles this with extreme laddish bouts of football and computer gaming. Just how did I achieve all of this? To be honest, I have no idea but when I have consulted the hubby on his brainwashing I shall be writing a manual about training your husband!


6 Responses

  1. urbanvox 10th February 2010 / 10:11 am

    Vic&#39;s secret is manipulation… poor and sheer manipulation…<br />That and the fact that I&#39;m a really really good boy! 🙂

  2. littledude's mummy 10th February 2010 / 9:20 pm

    And where do you run this superb training program please?<br />13 years of me moaning and I am *still* picking up freaking socks &amp; small piles of random &#39;stuff&#39; from his side of the sofa!!<br /><br />I shouldn&#39;t complain though, he&#39;s pretty good with other stuff, but still. I hate picking up socks!!<br /><br />(p.s. i moved my blog again 😛 it&#39;s now here: http://

  3. angelsandurchinsblog 11th February 2010 / 10:41 am

    He sounds a gem. You should give him lots of presents and pampering on Mothering Sunday, or is that taking it too far?!

  4. Muddling Along Mummy 14th February 2010 / 10:00 pm

    Very glad that chicken-gate didn&#39;t result in hospitalisation !

  5. Brit in Bosnia / Fraught Mummy 15th February 2010 / 6:34 am

    I&#39;m going to buy that manual when it comes out. I&#39;m still at the trying to get the dirty socks and boxers into the laundry basket (they do move from the bedroom floor to on top of the laundry basket, why it is too difficult to put them IN the basket is beyond me!) x

  6. BloggingMummy 16th February 2010 / 3:34 pm

    I am 17 years in and need some of your tips!! SOme days I feel like we are doing really well and then others…well less said!!

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