First, I made sure the bathroom was spotless, and free of the usual clutter that plagues lavatories in homes of families as large as ours. I even washed the toilet "behind the ears." You know the back of the pedestal no one sees? It was clean, clean, clean, my friends.
Next, I prepared a tea platter, with a wide assortment of teas to offer. When the important colleague arrived, I wanted to be able to offer not only English Breakfast and chamomile, but also ginger, white plum, double chai, blueberry, apple spice, green tea with pomegranate, white pear, oolong, rooibos, and at least three other teas I can't pronounce. When you're served tea in the Gonzo house, it's an event.
Then, I started a batch of Peanut Butter Oat Chocolate Chip cookies baking. I read somewhere that men respond positively to the smell of fresh-baked goods, and I wanted Mr. Wright to have every advantage as he headed in to talk business. I also put on a few dabs of my pheromone-based fragrance, knowing I would be the one greeting the fellow when he arrived.
I made a pitcher of ice water, and meticulously sliced bright green apples on my mandoline to add color and flavor. Anyone can make ice water, but not all ice water makes an impression. I wanted this guy to know that Mr. Wright's business means business - with special attention to details.
The cookies came out of the oven just as the meeting started, perfectly browned with gooey melted chocolate chips. I even packed a personalized paper sack with half a dozen for the guy to take home after the meeting, so he'd still be thinking of Mr. Wright when he left.
I poured the tea and checked in a few times to make sure the men had enough hot water, tea bags, and cookies - attempting to hit that perfect level of "attentive" that didn't overreach to "annoying." I spent enough years waiting tables to know the difference, and I performed exquisitely, thank you very much.
When the meeting ended, I had spicy, steaming, homemade soup waiting for my husband - with lots of beans and legumes to keep his protein levels high for brain function. I listened attentively while he summarized the meeting, and asked appropriate questions. I stroked his hair a few times, because I know his "love language" is physical touch.
In short, I kicked butt at wifedom today.
I was the fabulous woman behind the successful man, and I did all the right things to make sure my husband was "respected at the city gate, where he (shall take) his seat among the elders of the land." (Proverbs 31:23) It felt good. Really, really good.
It got me thinking… Maybe I could be happy just lifting my husband up, and throwing myself into his success. Maybe I could spend my days vacuuming and baking. Maybe I could even learn how to iron. Or, at least, how to set up the ironing board. Maybe, just maybe, I could be the steel that sharpens his steel, and it would all work out.
Then, I opened the door to the laundry room. Suddenly, I remembered why it's so important for me to work in my own field. I can sharpen steel all day long, but until Mr. Wright is successful enough to hire a laundress for me, I'm going to feel justified in having a little career on the side.