My husband, darling that he is, is one of those men who just has to mansplain every damn thing you mention to him. I swear, he would tell the Pope how to pray. An illuminating example resides below our opening lines.
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Mr. Zen tells me all the time how to do the simplest things imaginable. If I let him into the bathroom, he would tell me how to pee. So, one year, he broke his leg. I had to do everything that year from putting up the lights to taking the tree to the curb. We took the Christmas tree out to the garden to wait for trash day. When the night before came, I went out into the garden to get it. I was starting to kind of pull it because it was a big one that year. I swear, he came out and started to tell me how to drag a dead Christmas tree across yard. I almost lost it right there! I started yelling at him to STFU and let me get on with it, I didn’t need lessons. Then I just started laughing! WTF does he think it takes to haul a tree out of the yard? Apparently it takes more thought than I gave it.
He still does this every day. It is in his nature. I try to just let it go and nod but sometimes, I have to let it all out.
The tree is still in the living room this year. We plan to take it down tonight for the recycle truck to pick it up tomorrow. I usually wait until New Year’s day but I don’t want it hanging around in the garden for another week. Maybe he will take it out since his leg is not broken now. It might be though if he mansplains how to take off the decorations!