Honey Dun Did the Honey Do

It was one of

t h o s e

days.

The kinda' day where everything that

could go wrong

does go wrong.

My keyboard stopped working correctly.

This is how it interpreted my typing.

aves

Our


Kids…………………………………………………………………….nk,


They


Won't


Drink……………………………………………………………………..ear,


They


Won't swear……………………………………………………………………….e


The


Word,

Not cool for a woman who's #1 love language

is computer language.

I carefully unscrewed a few screws and took the keyboard apart

enough to clean it out.

I discovered a  battery had exploded.

Using a bajillion q-tips and rubbing alcohol,

I carefully cleaned the entire keyboard. 

It took over an hour.

An hour I really didn't have to spare.

When it still didn't work,

I figured it was some dumb little lever or button

my hubby would touch and it would magically work again.

That usually happens.

So I waited until he came home,

expecting my keyboard to be good as new shortly.

He didn't pry it apart as carefully as I did.

His screwdriver became a class one lever

and  he sent pieces flying everywhere.

Safety goggles should have been worn.

He wasn't paying attention, either.

Doesn't he know that men aren't good at multi-tasking?

He dun broke it.

Yea, "OOPS" is an understatement.

My keyboard wouldn't even repeat letters.

It couldn't even throw in kajillions of extra periods.

I realized I was at an important crossroads in our marriage.

If I criticized him too much,

even if I spoke the truth, 

he wouldn't feel motivated to fix my dryer

that also broke that day.

He certainly wouldn't go for broke on the entire

Honey-Do List.

If I praised him too much,

he might be over-confident

and fix my dryer the same way he fixed my keyboard.

So, I went for middle ground.

I thanked him for trying.

Husbands like to be fed honest appreciation and praise.

Like with kids,

effort has to count.

Remember that.

Effort, not just outcome, counts.

With laugher, and an online order for a new keyboard,

we headed downstairs.

I was called back to admire his handiwork.

An important little piece had broken off,

so he pulled the guts forward,

clamped it.

Now, once you turn it on,

it's always on,

even when you open the door.

You shut it off by turning the button to off.

It's a bit red-neck,but it works.

It really, really works.

Since I don't want to buy a new dryer until I

absolutely have to

I was thrilled.

I didn't have to take the middle ground this time,

I really praised my honey,

who dun did two things on my Honey-Do List.