Scene: House, fairly well put-together (for the 27th time that day), kids reasonably happy, having had good food, plenty of recreation, and some downtime over the past 11 hours. Husband walks in from work, and after pleasantries, asks, “How was your day?” Wife answers, “Good, but I’m exhausted.” Husband offers, “You were up too late last night.”
Evening suddenly stormy.
Let me explain: There are times I want my husband’s input on how to fix a problem. Lots of them. But this was not one of them. His easy explanation for why I was tired was, to me, like saying that taking care of two toddlers all day was actually no big deal, and that if I had gotten to bed at a decent hour, I’d still be fresh as a daisy at dinnertime. When I told him I was exhausted, all I wanted was an “Oh, I’m sorry you’re tired, baby.” That’s it. Instead I got Mr. Fix-it.
My husband and I have had the conversation about Mr. Fix-it so often that I couldn’t believe it when he once again reared his inappropriate head. I can’t count the number of times I’ve said, “All I wanted just now was a ‘there, there’, not advice, criticism, or analysis. Please exit your Mr. Fix-it program and launch the Sympathetic Partner of Comforting Words and Gestures.”
So tonight I was poking around online for some backup for my anti-Mr. Fix-it position, when I stumbled on an old article by Dr. Scott Haltzman. He is the author of a book called The Secrets of Happily Married Men, and he has a very different take on my nemesis:
[Successful] husbands view marriage woes as they would any malfunctioning household item; they take it apart and try to fix it… For too long the Mr. Fix-it role has been the object of derision among women. Therapists see men’s “tell-me-the-problem-and-I’ll-tell-you-a-solution” approach as being insensitive to deeper issues affecting the relationship. The bottom line message of popular culture is: the thing men are best at-problem solving-serves no role in relationships.
Nonsense.
I don’t know where the argument goes from there - I’d need to read Dr. Haltzman’s book (and he wrote a companion volume on happily married wives). But just that little blurb is needling at me. Why should it be that my husband’s natural response to my being tired is automatically inappropriate� He wasn’t actually saying that I had no right to be tired. He was just offering an idea that might make my life less exhausting than it’s been.
So, I’m feeling a little chagrined, because I was pretty hard on Mr. Fix-it. I didn’t want him to pop in like that, but that doesn’t mean it’s my place to strip him of his rights. I’m not exactly putting out the welcome mat for him just yet…but I’m certainly re-examining my anti-Mr. F. stance.
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