Old Hag Nag

"So I was just calling you to tell you that I read your blog and thought it was funny, but there's a typo in it that you probably want to fix."

Doug

Re: My biggest fan/critic

Don't you all remember watching your parents when you were a kid and promising yourself that your marriage would be different? There are moments where I realize I have become my mother and I hang my head in shame. Doug hates to be nagged and after hearing "Death by Lecture" stories from his childhood, I have tried to make a conscious effort to be cognizant of those feelings. Tried being the operative word here.

Last week I may have failed in this endeavor. Sensing that Doug was about to go down to the basement with Riley and get him ready for school, I asked, "Hey Doug, could you plug in the iron for me when you go downstairs?"

And just because I am aware of his forgetfulness, I may or may not have asked him the same question an additional five times -- just to be safe. I even went so far as to ask him again right when he picked up Riley and started heading downstairs. Surely he wouldn't forget, right?

Fast forward 10 minutes later and I am bringing my clothes downstairs to iron them before leaving for work. Was the iron plugged in? Of course not.

"Hey Doug, I know you get annoyed when I nag you about stuff, but I asked you at least half a dozen times to plug in the iron and you still managed to forget."

Silence.

"Doug?"

I look over and he and Riley are sitting on the couch watching a riveting episode of the Cat in Hat on PBS.

"Doug?"

"Oh, sorry Amanda. Riley and I just really got into this episode."

*Sigh*