By By Adam Prestridge
Okay ladies, you win.
You all definitely have it a lot harder than us men. Granted we do work hard at our jobs and by trying to keep our homes maintained, but other than that we enjoy sitting in front of the television watching sports.
I used to wonder why my sister always said us men have it a heck of a lot easier than women, but now I know. All I could really judge from before was how bad us men had it trying to figure out the complex emotions women have.
Every man has been here before. You're out for a night on the town, maybe you and your wife or significant other just finished grocery shopping or are going to the movies and you ask the question, "Honey, what do you want to eat?"
I guess that's why all mother's tell their children to think before they speak.
Every man knows that's the dreaded question. We all know they're going to say "it doesn't matter," but when you name a restaurant, that one does matter. So you name another, and lo and behold, that one matters as well. It must be a test from women to see how well we know them.
The easiest way out of this situation is to just go somewhere they like to not only prove to them how much you do know them, but to prevent a fight and the possibility of you sleeping on the couch.
Now that I'm married and am with my wife Jennifer all the time, I can see where my sister was coming from. And now that we're expecting our first child, I really am aware of the difficulties women have to endure. Before now I just assumed breaking a nail or fizzy hair were the great tragedies in the life of a women.
As my wife's pregnancy has progressed she hasn't been her normal self. I thought once the morning sickness was over, it was all up hill. I was dead wrong.
As the heat of the summer bears down on top of working, she can hardly function when she gets home at night. It's fend for yourself most nights if you want to eat. And if that's not bad enough, most days I don't know if the shirt or socks I'm wearing are clean. I guess it's time to become a bachelor once again and wash my own clothes.
That's okay though because I know in the end it will all be worth it when we bring home our new bundle of joy.
So guys, let's face it, we sure don't have it as bad as women. Let's show our appreciation.
Adam Prestridge is publisher of the Atmore Advance. His column appears weekly.