{"id":1273,"date":"2007-07-19T08:00:22","date_gmt":"2007-07-19T15:00:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.redeaglespirit.com\/arrrgh\/high_maintenanc\/"},"modified":"2007-07-19T08:00:22","modified_gmt":"2007-07-19T15:00:22","slug":"high_maintenanc","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.redeaglespirit.com\/arrrgh\/high_maintenanc\/","title":{"rendered":"High Maintenance"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;d never heard the term &#8220;high maintenance&#8221; used in reference to a wife or girl friend until I started chatting on-line what feels like centuries ago, but must be about seven or eight years past.  I have a friend from that era who would proudly tell you that she&#8217;s high maintenance.  Dear Husband and I traveled to visit this lady and her family, as well as some of our other on-line friends one year, and we had the chance to hear first hand her moan of CAWWWWWWWFEEEEEEEEEEE from her bed, mid-morning after entertaining us the previous evening.<br \/>\nI have to be careful here (hiding a grin), because she&#8217;s likely to stumble over this post, so I&#8217;m not going to give a laundry list of what it takes to maintain her.  She&#8217;s proud of her status, and she&#8217;s still married, so that says to me that she&#8217;s worth it! *G*<br \/>\nThe phrase &#8220;High Maintenance&#8221; has continued to rumble around in my head over the years, and last night I asked Dear Husband if he considered me to be high maintenance.  Let&#8217;s face it, I was fishing for a compliment.  I am one of the lowest maintenance women you will ever meet, at least I THINK I am.  I expected Dear Husband to immediately say, &#8220;No Way!&#8221;<br \/>\nThere was a pregnant pause&#8230;.and my hackles rose a tiny bit.<br \/>\nThen he said, &#8220;Yes.&#8221;<br \/>\nYou&#8217;d have to know DH.  He&#8217;s not a wordy kinda guy.  I suppose it comes from years of living with me.  I don&#8217;t tend to let him get many words in edgewise, one of my biggest failings.  WHEN he has something to say, he says it.  Otherwise, I fill up the spaces.<br \/>\n&#8220;Yes,&#8221; was not what I wanted OR expected to hear.<br \/>\nSo, I asked him to give me some idea of what makes me high maintenance, so that I might be able to work on it.<br \/>\nAnother pregnant pause.  (I&#8217;m starting to worry at this point.  Who stole my husband&#8217;s body and replaced it with this alien???)<br \/>\n&#8220;Weeding.&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;WHAT??&#8221;<br \/>\nDear Husband mows the lawn.  I am responsible for the gardens.  When my back is in bad shape, DH and Second Son will give me a hand moving compost and mulch.  When I have wheelbarrows worth of weeds, I collect them in one spot, and HOPE the guys will take them to the back forty for me.<br \/>\n&#8220;Well&#8230;&#8230;MOVING the weeds.&#8221;<br \/>\nI didn&#8217;t kill him.  I didn&#8217;t scream at him.  I didn&#8217;t chide him for his lack of help with the house and grounds.  I restrained myself.<br \/>\nBut I did suggest to him that<strong> I<\/strong> wasn&#8217;t high maintenance, but that the WEEDS WERE!<br \/>\nAnd I went off to play at my sewing machine.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;d never heard the term &#8220;high maintenance&#8221; used in reference to a wife or girl friend until I started chatting on-line what feels like centuries ago, but must be about seven or eight years past. I have a friend from &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.redeaglespirit.com\/arrrgh\/high_maintenanc\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.redeaglespirit.com\/arrrgh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1273"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.redeaglespirit.com\/arrrgh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.redeaglespirit.com\/arrrgh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.redeaglespirit.com\/arrrgh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.redeaglespirit.com\/arrrgh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1273"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.redeaglespirit.com\/arrrgh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1273\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.redeaglespirit.com\/arrrgh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1273"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.redeaglespirit.com\/arrrgh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1273"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.redeaglespirit.com\/arrrgh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1273"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}