You Mean Ceiling Fans AREN’T Toys?
It’s Wednesday night and PIC and I are eating dinner in front of the TV. He leans back and glances up at the ceiling fan (which is, I might add, my absolutely pride and joy) before balling up his napkin.
Having grown up with a younger brother, I know exactly where he’s going with this.
But it’s too late to stop him. He’s launched the napkin up into the fan and is grinning like a 5 year old, waiting to see if it gets caught in the blades or lands across the room.
“What is wrong with you?” I demand. “Why would you do that?”
His response—I’m just having fun!—is classic boy.
The napkin makes it safely to the steps. And as he retrieves it to try again, I’m reminded that living with a man also means living with his 5-year old alter ego.
Having never before lived with a boy/man, revelations of these are a semi-daily occurrence. And even though I know that part of my perturbation stems from the fact that this is my house, my first house and my version of hard won thrift shop perfection, I’m still completely baffled every time he does something like, you know, throwing a napkin through the ceiling fan…
Your turn: what wacky manifestations of boyhood (or girlhood) does your partner exhibit?
18 Responses to “You Mean Ceiling Fans AREN’T Toys?”
Really???? The list would overwhelm this blog. From still having to run something along a fence while walking by it, to curb balance beam walking, to shopping cart slam dunks…where would I begin? And never mind when he encourages ALL the rest of you to gaslight me…
Haha! You forgot about competitive church bulletin distribution 😉
Oh, Kat. It’s only the beginning. 😉 http://www.domestiphobia.net/2013/03/01/on-fences-and-relationships-and-i-guess-how-theres-probably-a-metaphor-in-there-somewhere/
Oh, Kat. It’s only the beginning. Here’s one of my favorites from Justin.
OMG I am dying. Not sure if my comment on your site went through (am typing on my phone) but soooo good!
You may need to use plural possessives about the house at some point.
Congratulations on the engagement, Kat. Glad you found you boy/man.
Well we’re not engaged yet, but thank you- and we’ll graduate to plural possessives eventually but not yet. Ring first.
Oh yes, that’s right: there was just circumstantial evidence that he was in the neighborhood where he’d be looking into rings…
How’s your novel?
Correct 🙂 After receiving some feedback calling for some pretty substantial revisions, I decided to put the novel I finished last summer on the back burner for a bit (but not before making myself crazy revising). I’m now working on two new ones though…
For almost a year after my then boyfriend and I moved in together, he would tickle my feet. At night, tucked into bed, he would take his toes and tickle my foot. I did NOT find this funny or entertaining. Every night for a year I had to get mad at him and ask him to stop. His reply, “I’m only having a little fun and it helps me relax.”
Oh my God, that would have annoyed the crap out of me! And I think the worse part is the explanation- “I’m just having fun.” It’s worse than the act itself!
Growing up is for losers. I prefer Neverland. My girlfriend and I ride skateboards, fly kites, play dress ups with the kids, listen to music and do all sorts of things that no adult in their right mind should do. And we have heaps more fun doing it!!!
Sounds great! Don’t get me wrong: there’s a difference between non-grown up” behavior and potentially-destructive behavior. I’m all for dress up (and riding in shopping carts because I’m too lame to actually skateboard, lol!)
My in-laws have actually made a party game based on the “fan game” Every kid’s birthday party (and they have 3!), they put beanie babies on each of the fan blades and we have to guess which will stay on the longest. Winner gets a choice of gift card. I find myself unreasonably competitive at this!
Oh my goodness. I can already see at least three people I know trying this! Is there a trick? Like most lightweight? Greatest surface area? Aerodynamic-ness?
I have yet to find the logic to it. This year, he used things that were all the same size and weight. I generally try to gauge based on where they land on the blade, but really, they’re all guesses. The more I try to use my brain, the worse I fare in the game. And I’ve taken upper level physics!
Hahahah! Love this. Especially as a non-physics person.
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