Not too long ago I read an article on the ten commandments of a happy marriage, which I found to be sorely lacking in realism once you’ve been married a long time. I wish I could remember where I read that so that you too could mock it’s pure fantasy. I’m convinced it was written by a Catholic priest in the throes of Willy Wonka’s grasp. You’ll just have to trust me that the advice was totally crap. I’ve decided to list for you here the REAL ten commandments for a happy marriage. All wives should feel free to post this at the front door.
1. Thou shalt always put the toilet seat down. I’ve heard the argument that women should just put it down. However, statistically speaking, the toilet seat should be down. Women need it down 100% of the time. Men need it down about 35% of the time. Therefore, approximately 82% of the time, the toilet seat needs to be in the down position which far outweighs your 18% of the time in the up position. Majority rules. And if that isn’t enough, see commandment #3. If you actually obeyed commandment #3 we wouldn’t complain so much about commandment #1.
2. Thou shalt always pick up thy dirty underwear. Oh. Mah. Gawd. Ya’ll. I think husbands are convinced that’s there is some magical elf, strongly resembling the Lucky Charms guy, that comes along and whisks away their nasties. Wives, I recommend kicking it under bed until they run out. At that point, there’s a good chance they’ll bring you at least one pair a few days after they run out to be washed. Or. They’ll go buy themselves new underwear. Either way, we win.
3. Thou shalt look where you are peeing and always pee INTO the toilet with the lid UP no matter how dark it is/tired you are/tall you are. You’d think this would be obvious, but alas, it’s not. I’m convinced that with three boys in the house, they enter the bathroom, throw back a cape and in their best medieval voice announce “Hark there, Toilet! I pee in your general direction!” And then let it fly without regard to wind direction nor location.
4. Thou shalt remember that thoust is ALWAYS wrong. Really a key point here.
Please refer to commandment #4 when in doubt about anything.
5. Thou shalt not repeatedly forget to take out the trash after you are asked. Or, in medical terms, Chore Amnesia. Thou shalt not develop Chore Amnesia.
6. Thou shalt not buy pets allegedly for the children and then leave thy wife to care for said pets. All new pets shall be sacrificed at the kitchen table unless cared for by the member of the family responsible for bringing said pet into the house. That’s why thy wives ALWAYS SAY NO.
7. Thou shalt not forget anniversaries, mother’s day or birthdays. These are not optional. Breaking this commandment is going to cost you at least a week’s salary plus you get to hold her purse while she spends your penance.
8. Thou shalt NOT buy lingerie for the wife without wifely approval. Inevitably what you think is hot is hideously uncomfortable or impractical. For instance, crotchless panties are not something women buy for themselves or wish to wear. There’s just no point to them. And what you think looks like a good bra, actually provides no support whatsoever and dumps the breasts, nipples and all, back out of the bra. Again. no point to it.
9. Thou shalt never admit thy wife’s ass has spread, grown larger, grown lumpier or any variation other than perfect. DON’T. EVEN. GO. THERE.
10. Never leave thy sick wife home to care for children, clean house and cook dinner. It seems to me that once you’ve been married awhile, wives are NEVER allowed to be sick or have surgery. Leaving your wife on crutches to carry around the one year old, chase after the three year old and cook and clean is a mortal sin punishable by a flogging with the crutches. Do not look angrily at the wife when she trips you with the crutches. On purpose.
Should any of these commadments be broken, your minimum penance consists of flowers, foot rubs and breakfast in bed. THAT my friends, is the key to a happy marriage.
Note there are consequences to violation of the commandments. See results here.
February 7, 2008 at 11:07 am
I’ve actually found my own solution to #1. I put both the seat and the lid down. This forces EVERYONE to lift the lid to use the toilet, no matter what you are using it for. (Not to mention helping to keep dogs, cats, and other pets out of it).
February 7, 2008 at 12:57 pm
Also, always putting the seat down prevents flying pee water during flushing.
Yeah to #8. When we got married I had one hard and fast rule. No lingerie as a gift for me. I will buy myself lingerie as a gift to him but I refuse to accept a gift that gives him more than it gives me.
P.S. love your blog
February 7, 2008 at 1:36 pm
I always put the seat down because it’s easier than wiping up any sprinkles.
February 7, 2008 at 2:46 pm
Jeff- EWAH! Toilet drinking and toilet swimming by pets is SOOOOO GROSS!
Colleen- The most uncomfortable lingerie I own was bought by my dear loving husband. lol.
Matt-You pee with the seat down? Then us girls sit in it!!! GAH!
February 7, 2008 at 3:20 pm
Rule #4 is all you really need. It has served me well for 31 years (as of next Tuesday). As for the toilet seat issue I do always put it down because in the long run it makes my life easier but really it should not be needed. I dispute that men want it down 35% – perhaps 25%. Now it seems as though in a house with three males and one female the numbers are pretty close to 50/50 for times the seat should be up or down. Of course if it is up it “only” is a problem for one person out of four.
February 7, 2008 at 3:32 pm
#1. Let’s do the the math on this people. While I will buy that women need seat down 100% of the time, although I think men need it down closer to 25% of the time. Now you must factor in that the population of our household is 75% men and 25% women, so 25% of the people need the seat down 100% of the time while 75% need it down only 25%. 25% of 100 plus 75% of 25 equals 43.75. I’ll even give you .25%, so we find that only 44% of bathroom trips require the seat turned down. Majority rules, as you say, so in our household that means SEAT UP!
February 7, 2008 at 3:35 pm
Alfred- I really must thank you for setting Steve on the math track! ;P
Steve- I called a locksmith and changed the locks. You will only be admitted to the house 44% of the time.
February 7, 2008 at 3:42 pm
Well, I guess on the brighter side at least I get to come in when I have to poo.
February 7, 2008 at 4:00 pm
I think Steve needs to read number 4 again.
::printing::
February 7, 2008 at 9:25 pm
Steve- Says who? ;D
Fig- Clearly he does!
February 7, 2008 at 10:34 pm
And evidently you forgot to mention something about me changing light bulbs – or does number 4 catch that one too?
February 7, 2008 at 10:43 pm
Beau- That falls under #5- Chore Amnesia! ;D
February 8, 2008 at 8:48 am
Chomre amnesia is my favorite. We have a bad case of that in my house.
February 8, 2008 at 1:50 pm
LOL…
#4 brings back awful memories.
My EX husband would have left them there until the bed walked away by itself…
Um. Ew.
February 8, 2008 at 8:04 pm
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February 8, 2008 at 10:55 pm
Alyson- I’m very tired of chore amnesia.
Candid- EW! LOL!
February 9, 2008 at 7:31 pm
ha! Brilliant!
I think you left out the commandment,
Thou shalt accept that if thou stayest up till stupid o clock in the monring watching hero’s and as a result sleep talk all night, thou shalt accept gracefully that thou should sleep somewhere else and give thy spouse some peace and quiet rahter than sleep talk/fisget/fight all night therefore disturbing her sleep!
P.s What are all these pingback things?
I keep getting them through my blog all at once for some reason??????
February 10, 2008 at 12:04 pm
LOL! I agree!
Pingbacks are when someone links to you or you link back to yourself.
February 13, 2008 at 6:36 pm
I just found out this weekend that in our house, while #10 will be obeyed a sore ear, that “might become” an ear infection, trumps 104 degree fever. Then all bets are off. At that point I called the in-laws for reinforcement rather than kill him since I didn’t have the energy.
February 13, 2008 at 7:15 pm
Colleen- Wait for him to fall asleep then suffocate him with a pillow. ;D