order up. . .kitchen breakdown

So. . .while writing my last whiny post. . .yeah it was whiny I know it was whiny--I can accept it, please don't hold it against me--I thought of something funny.

Jim helps me out all the time. And I mean all the time. I have friends with husbands that come home from work and literally sit on the couch and do nothing. Some play video games, some watch tv but none of them do anything to help out around the house. They are resistant to helping with the children and certainly wouldn't do everything that Jim does. I am spoiled and I know it.

So the other day after having a particulary violent meltdown b/c I don't ever sit down (not whining) Jim offered to make my dinner. I about fell over, but it was an easy meal to make, just season the pork chops and fry them quickly and then saute the vegetables. I was in the middle of a meeting when he called the first time and I didn't answer since it would be rude. After 5 minutes the phone rang again and I put it on vibrate. There was only 5 minutes left of the meeting at that point--what could possibly be so urgent.

Five minutes later as I walked out of the school the phone "rang" again. I figured at this point the kitchen must be on fire. It wasn't, but I am sure Jim could have handled that better than cooking. . .

He was literally screaming at me, "I can't do this, I can't do this!! I don't understand what I am supposed to be doing with any of this stuff!"

Now I had already explained to him what needed to be done before I left the house for the meeting. Season the pork chops, fry them quickly in oil and cut the vegetables up and saute them in oil. So easy.

I rushed home since he was completely freaking out. And I found him in the kitchen surrounded by all the ingredients with nothing cooking, almost in tears because he just couldn't figure out the three simple steps.

Now give this man a vacuum and he'll put anyone to shame, but hand him some meat and he's hopeless. In less than five minutes I had the swiss chard chopped and the pork in the pan. And from there I went down to Providence and picked up Jenna. He turned off the pan in 10 minutes and let it sit till I came home. He has already said that if it can't be cooked on the grill or in the microwave he won't touch it. But that's ok I would hate for the kitchen to ACTUALLY burn down.

Oh, and did I mention he did the dishes after I ate the dinner he "made"? I'm so spoiled.