Wedding Worry #666: I'm Becoming a Nag
me: Did you do __________ ? (insert wedding related task here)
spiceboy: Not yet, but I will.
me: When? We really need to get this done.
spiceboy: I will.
spiceboy: Don't worry, I'll take care of it.
me: Did you do ___________ yet?
spiceboy (sounding sheepish): Um...no. But I will.
me (letting out a sigh that I hope sounds appropriately exasperated, yet tolerant): Okay.
me: Did you do ______________?
spiceboy (sounding guilty): No, not yet. But I will.
me (voice getting loud and squeaky): Look, we really need to get this done. How many times do I have to ask you before you actually get this done?
spiceboy: Will you just get off my back?
The 7 words no bride to be wants to hear. The 7 words that indicate I'm on the road to Nag Town and there's no turning back.
Nagging is like crack for girlfriends. You know you shouldn't do it. You know it's wrong and socially unacceptable. But you give in to peer pressure, and after you try that first hit, you're hooked.
When spiceboy said this to me, I realized that we'd reached yet another turning point in our relationship. If we were in an MTV reality show, this would be the point at which we stop being polite and start getting real.
Now, I know that spiceboy doesn't want to be labelled lazy husband any more than I want to be labelled nagging wife. And yet here we are, standing on the threshold of the very stereotypes of love and marriage we've tried so hard to avoid.
It was yet another real life wake up call. Marriage is not all about romance. It's about figuring out how to live with one another. And by live with one another, I don't mean cramming all of your worldly posessions into a 350 sq ft apartment. I mean really live with one another.
And I thought, do I really want to be this woman? The nagging woman?
No, I don't.
But the temptation was right there in front of me, beckoning as spiceboy's words echoed in my head:
Will you just get off my back?
And even though my rational brain was screaming for me not to offer a rebuttal to that statement, the little devil on my shoulder (who, incidentally, bore a striking resemblance to my mother) was jumping up and down with glee, whispering: Just one little hit. Just to take the edge off.
I'm only human. I gave in. Summoning my best bitchy and sarcastic voice, I answered spiceboy's question:
I'll get off your back when you get it finished!