This morning I’m running late for work (will wonders never cease?) and I’m standing in the den ironing my pants (which I hate and try to avoid at all costs). Hubby walks into the kitchen and starts rattling around so I assume he’s making one of his gross shake things that he usually drinks for breakfast so I don’t pay much attention to him.
I’m standing there and look over and notice he’s made pancakes. He didn’t mention having made any for me which is alright as I’m running late anyway. But then, I hear him say “Wait a minute honey. It’s still too hot.” I look at him and see he has made the DOG a pancake!!! He didn’t make or even offer to make a pancake for HIS WIFE but he’s made one for the dog?!?!?! I tell him I can’t believe he’s done that. He doesn’t see what the big deal is.
I guess it wouldn’t really be that big a deal if Hubby snuggled with me rather than the dog (yes – the dog sleeps, not only in the bed, but in between the two of us AND under the covers) and he’ll walk through the room and stop and love on the dog and continue to walk past me without a glance.
Does this hurt my feelings? Yes – I have to admit it does. I’d come to accept that Hubby wasn’t “lovey-dovey” or affectionate but I never doubted he loved me so I got used to it. Apparently, if I weighed 6 lbs and had black fur he’d fall all over himself for me. Who knew?