There are some things husbands and wives should do together, and there are some things a husband and wife should never do together.
Let's take a closer look at both situations.
First, the things they should do together.
A husband and wife should raise their kids together. Studies have shown that when husbands and wives are consistent with each other's rules, their children will turn out to be happy, successful adults as well.
Steve and I work together well when it comes to Joey and Russell.
For instance, a while ago Joey sat next to me on the couch and asked, "Can I go to town later?"
"I don't know. Why don't you go ask Dad?"
"I already asked him, and he told me to ask you."
Now that is a fine example of working together. We both agreed that the other parent should make the decision.
How about trying to fix something, like a big huge air conditioner? It was never communicated to me that I should remove a piece of plywood that was lying across the top of our air conditioner all winter, before I turned it on earlier this year.
"I don't know honey," Steve said. "I think you may have ruined it. You may have to say, 'No,' to the new washing machine."
"Isn't there a reset button on it somewhere?" I inquired. Doesn't everything have a reset button these days? Gee, now that I think about it, I can't think of anything that has a reset button.
"I don't know. I wouldn't even know where to look," Steve said.
"Well, then I guess you have to call a repairman," I sweetly answered.
And that's what he did. He called the repairman, who kindly came and pushed the reset button. Hey, I must have a reset button. I had to reset it that day so I didn't yell at him when he accused me of "ruining" the air conditioner.
Although these are fine examples of working together, I can very easily think of examples of things husbands and wives should never, ever consider doing together.
The first one that pops into my mind is folding laundry. Steve and I actually did this together Tuesday evening, after Joey made supper - a splendid supper at that.
Years ago, I learned that I can never, ever suggest a "better" way to fold the towels. Towels are the easiest, and Steve's favorite, thing to fold. He always goes for the towels first when we fold clothes.
How hard can it be to have all the edges line up?
I don't have a problem getting straight edges.
Steve noticed me looking at the crooked stack of quasi-folded bath towels. I must have been biting my lip, because out of know where, he says, "Don't even say a thing!"
Did he honestly think I was going to? It's not often that he actually helps me wad, I mean, fold the towels.
Steve and I, along with many other couples, probably shouldn't drive in the Twin Cities together either.
I have to look out the side window when Steve's driving. Otherwise, more than likely I would pass out from all the gasping I do when we have a so many close calls.
Invariably, he gets totally annoyed with my gasping and kindly hands me the keys at the next stop.
Even though we have these times when we do, and don't, work well together, we don't fight over such silly little things. So in the end, I guess you could say, "All around, we do work well together, even if he is folding the towels."