The ‘Sister’-hood of Marriage

So my sister – Diya, bro-in-law – David and their two seriously-the-most-absolutely-cutest-in-the-whole-wide-world children were visiting us last week from Seattle. (Ya, they moved there a couple weeks ago :). Late Friday night to Sunday evening they stayed with us. And it was one amazing time!!

We had planned a birthday party for Jacob and Rachel. It was Jacob’s first birthday and Rachel’s 3rd. So we had 2 birthday cakes, which like most kids cakes were blindingly colorful with some plastic creatures crawling about. But darn good frosting I should say. We decorated the place with some balloons and gold ribbons. But these were special balloons. Because these balloons were inflated while I was holding Jacob in one hand and fending off Rachel from the decorations periodically with the other!! I should say after I successfully inflated, tied and strung ribbons on all the balloons with just one hand, I was kind of proud of myself. I felt that I was ready for the most daunting of all occupations – Motherhood!!

Anyway, that was one fun birthday party. Rachel sang some cute songs and Jacob was very generous with his kisses. But like all good things, their visit had to come to an end and come Sunday evening, they bundled up into the car and took off to Seattle. Paul and I stood there hugging and waving and feeling a lil sad. As we turned around go back into our quiet apartment, Paul said something that inspired me to write this post, after a long period of hibernation.

Paul: You know, I noticed a lot of similarities between you and Diya and me and David.
Me: Oh really? And, what’s that?
Paul: You know David always asks Diya what to do with the kids, just like I ask you as to how to do everything (a hint of sarcasm there...)
Me: Ya I guess that is true....
Paul: Diya ‘tells’ not requests David to do things. Same with you!! You are always ordering me around!!
Me: Well....
Paul: And the way Diya was posing and asking David if he liked the Kurta she was wearing, that’s exactly how you look at me when you want my opinion about a dress.
Me: (Finally something nice...) Ya, I guess we have some similarities...
Paul: I guess it comes from being sisters.
Me: Ummmm.... No. It comes from being wives!! All wives boss over their husbands, honey. It is a fact of life and you need to accept it. It is not just yours and David’s fate for marrying the Loney Sisters. It is the fate of all husbands all across the world. Men might pretend they are in control, but the truth is, Wife knows best. OK?

To all the men out there, if you are still resisting your wife’s control over you, give up. It is fruitless!! Ask David, my bro-in-law. He tried a lil and then gave up. Paul learnt from his example and just never tried. That’s exactly why we have such happy marriages!! So the key to a happy marriage, is giving in :)

( After reading this post, those of you who feel like pounding me to death, well, Thank God you don’t know where I live. )

( Paul!!! Step away from the computer!! Are you trying to publish my address!! Darn you!!)