is not not asking for directions.
It’s not being good at organising.
Point in case:
Etienne and Daniel are leaving early tomorrow morning to go fishing and staying over with 2 other guys and their boys. It’s the first time ever we’ve really had fun with the kids apart from each other and I’m really looking forward to bonding with my girls. It’s been a long, long week and I’m still getting my work-groove on.
Anyhoo. I get home tonight and there’s some stuff on the counter that’s going with the boys. Here is the conversation:
- Me: “what are you doing for supper tomorrow night?”
- Etienne: “Having a braai”
- Me: “who’s taking what?”
- Etienne: “I don’t know, but I bought mielies and meat and garlic bread”
- Me: “Why don’t you just call and ask?”
- Etienne: “No”
5 minutes later we are talking about packing and we have this conversation:
- Etienne: “…and I’ll pack the sleeping bags and towels”
- Me: “Isn’t there bedding?”
- Etienne: “I don’t know”
- Me: “Why don’t you just call and ask?”
- Etienne: “No”
I know I’m slightly anal retentive about who’s taking what, where am I going to sleep, what will it look like and how long will it take to get there. I like to manage my own expectations (so to speak), so I’m always amused at how guys in general and my darling, darling husband in particular is so relaxed about these things.
God forbid they should have to ask for directions..
Thank goodness for GPS.
Wayne is an anal organiser,he even pre orders all the alcohol when they go on bike trips.He clearly is the exception to the male rule.
If GPS was not a techno gadget it would never have sold to them
hahahaha I don’t ask anymore! I leave him and let him figure it out!!!!! I also tried to co-ordinate the last camping trip but they ended up with about 30 breadrolls for 2 nights between 4 of them! Need I say more?