I’d like to think that between this year and last year, marriage has caused some sort of maturity in me.
Chantelle will of course tell you – and I freely admit - that I still have my childish moments. But the main theme of this philosophical insight today is my “growing up” somewhat since getting engaged and then married.
I guess my thoughts started a few nights ago, when Chantelle advised me that the toilet seat needed fixing. Under normal circumstances, a trivial matter such as this would not particularly arouse much thinking or pondering. But, this is Shaun’s world. It got me thinking about how domesticated I’ve become, how I’ve started to get a bit more house proud, and how I’m starting to like this whole taking care of my family stuff. I’m starting to feel more responsible, and a little more adult – in the grown up sense that is, and not in the R-rated sense.
It’s simple things, such as learning how to put a duvet cover on properly. When I lived with my parents, I would happily strip the sheets and pillowcases when they needed washing, but somehow, the next day, the covers would just magically appear back on the duvet and pillows. The secret? Mum. I recalled the first (and probably last) time I attempted to put the cover back on the duvet myself. I wasn’t particularly au fait on how to put a duvet cover back on. I was blissfully unaware that the most effective way is to turn it inside out, wrap it around the duvet, and then let gravity take its course. So, thinking that the duvet was simply a giant pillow, I attempted to pull the cover over the duvet from one end. I then proceeded to continue dragging the cover and duvet around my bedroom floor for a good three or four minutes, before I realised that it wasn’t working and I gave up.
What ties taking the duvet for a walk around my room and growing up, I hear you say. Nothing really – Chantelle was particularly amused by this story, and I thought it might make an amusing waste of two minutes of your life that you now can’t get back. Me, on the other hand, took great care and pleasure in creating this story.
The whole point to this seemingly mindless waffle is that marriage does something to men. I think. Well it has for me. It’s made me grow up just a little bit, just so I can start to appreciate what Chantelle appreciates – a good clean home, taking pride in our family, and a clean, warm, well made bed.