Faith Humor Journal Relationships

No, My Husband Is Not Spoiled

Written by Jessica Alexander

I remember my reaction when my 19-year-old boyfriend told me one of my responsibilities as his wife would be to put away his laundry. I believe my exact response was “OH, NO. I am not your mother.” This young whippersnapper was not going to tell me what to do when I was maybe, someday his wife. The kid didn’t say it in a chauvinistic tone either. No, it was more in a “I’m a guy. I’m 19. Putting away my laundry is a drag.”

Today, as I put away his boxers for the umpteenth time in our three years of marriage, I chuckle at my own young whippersnapper ideas. Not only do I now put the socks, boxers, pants, shirts, and scrubs away, but I move the boxers still in the drawer to the top of the new pile to ensure they wear as evenly as possible. I also don’t put a mateless sock away, they wait in the laundry room until the mate is coughed back up from some other load, some other day. Oye. What have I become?

I’ve become his wife. The woman who loves him, serves him, and respects him. And as crazy as those laundry shenanigans seem they are just the beginning. I cook, I clean, I had his baby, and I raise her all day, everyday. Just call me the domestic slave or goddess, depending on the day.

More than once my husband has come home with stories of the people he works with teasing him about his packed lunch. Packed by my hands usually late at night when I remember I forgot to pack his lunch. They use words like “spoiled” and “lucky” and he proudly agrees. He brings these stories home to give me validation I believe and I don’t mind knowing that in other peoples eyes, I am loving him well.

I never thought twice about packing a lunch for my husbands work days. He works in a hospital…they aren’t exactly known for their culinary expertise. He gets 30 minutes for lunch and we like to eat wholesome foods. Home cooking was the obvious and frugal choice. Who knew packing leftovers made you wife of the year?!

So yes, I now fold all the laundry and put it away. I cook the food and usually clean up the mess. I pack the lunch and miss the 10 minutes of sleep. Maybe he is spoiled or lucky. But really I’m just doing my job-my calling. I’m serving him. I’m not defeating the whole purpose of feminism with these tasks. Marriage was designed this way, for serving. For when I serve him, he also serves me. My husband has taken on the role of sole provider and he provides well. We never have want for food, clothing, or shelter. The two year old always has shoes, somewhere, but probably not on her tootsies. He has provided me with the opportunity to raise our girl full time, because that’s all I’ve ever known I really wanted to do. Those are just the more tangible ways he provides. His love, kindness, devotion, and leadership to us is unmeasurable.

So I guess most nights when I’m wrapping the left over pizza in a reusable sandwich wrap, putting a dollop of peanut butter in a bowl with an apple, and giving him the very last oatmeal raisin cookie to brighten his day with a little homemade from me, he might be spoiled. He might be lucky. But really he is served because I have been served. Or is it I am served because he is served? See that’s the thing about this marriage and love deal, “it keeps no records…” 

About the author

Jessica Alexander

Jessica is a wife, momma, homemaker, and forever wildflower. She delights in finding the extraordinary in the ordinary. Born and raised in Southwest Nebraska Jessica is now the community Granola Girl, striving to keep life as simple and pure as possible. She, her patient husband, spunky daughter, and rowdy golden retriever have recently waded into the deep end of the adult pool and bought their very own 1920’s bungalow. They are learning Home Improvement 101 in a “fly by the seat of their pants” style! Hailing from a lineage of wordsmiths writing is one of Jessica’s favorite pastimes and she is always eager to listen to and share a story.

8 Comments

  • This is beautiful! I, like you, remember thinking how I would not be “his maid”. But honestly as the wife of the home and while he is gone working, I love doing the housework. I love making sure the house is clean when he gets home. It’s a blessing to be able to stay at home. This is fantastic, and I am glad to know I’m not alone.

    • Thank you for your kind words! I too take so much joy from running the household. And delight in knowing that he feels cared for in our home AND away. So thankful to be able to stay home and nice to know I’m not alone either!

  • My husband is a farmer. 70 hours is a pretty average work week. He has worked over 100 hours in a week. Expecting him to put away his boxers when he got home from that would be ridiculous! Lots of working moms think we are spoiled to by being able to be home with our kids. I figure if everyone thinks both spouses are spoiled in this situation maybe we are REALLY doing something right!

    • You are so right. My husband is an RN and while he may work three 12 hour shifts a week at the hospital, when I hear about those shifts I don’t want a single one! So I honestly feel it’s the least I can do to throw those nasty scrubs in the wash! Totally doing something right when we both feel that we are the lucky ones.