Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Advice to single young Catholic ladies...

Just popping in; still cleaning and reorganizing! But I wanted to share something with the young, unmarried Catholic women I know:

If you are unsure whether the gentleman you are dating will make a good Catholic husband and father or not, invite him to your parents' home and ask him to help you put together a piece of furniture. The more pieces, the more confusing the instructions, the better!

Thad has been passing the "put-together furniture test" with flying colors for fifteen years now. Even as the girls have taken over mom's role (e.g., holding pieces upright so they can be attached to other pieces, helping to find the missing side "G" which is somewhere in the pile of random pieces, passing Thad the proper tools, or hunting for them in the garage or toolbox, etc.), Thad still attacks each job of furniture-assembly with a kind of calm competence (and occasional on-target complaints about the design or workmanship of the piece in question) that I find amazing.

Trust me, young women: it may be more important to your possible future with a young man that he be capable of turning a flat box of materials into a dresser, bookshelf, nightstand etc. than you can possibly realize!

:)

10 comments:

LarryD said...

I might give Thad a run for his money. Hey! It could be a new game show!

Anonymous said...

how about untangling multiple sets of strings of Christmas lights. That is good too.

Anonymous said...

As is asking him to help put up a large Christmas tree.

Mike in CT said...

See if he's willing to change a diaper, too.

Anonymous said...

Wow, I didn't realize that we women weren't capable of reading directions and putting furniture together for ourselves. I didn't think myself extraordinary for possessing that skill...

Red Cardigan said...

Leave it to a feminist to suck all the romance out of furniture building...


Sigh.

Deirdre Mundy said...

Anon-- assembling furniture is a highly frustrating 2 person task. If it offends you, replace it with "making souffle together" or something like that.

I think the important thing is NOT that your husband be a furniture assembling whiz-kid, but that when things start going wrong and the directions are unclear and it's late and the box came with all the wrong pieces, he gets annoyed with the furniture factory, NOT with his partener is assembly (you.)

This will be good practice for when you're dealing with children together. Or home improvement projects, or gardening, or getting lost in the boondocks because there was a detour and you forgot to bring a map.

A man who's still polite and calm while irritated is a man who will weather marriage well!

(I say this as part of a couple who tend to wow the nurses b/c we still say please and thank you even when I'm in labor. Without meds.)

The assembly of flat-packed furniture is a GREAT way to test patience under pressure! :)

Anonymous said...

Aw, Erin, I'm somewhat of a feminist and I thought your advice was cute, and true! (But I'd say it'd be a test for a husband of any faith).

Michael said...

Deirdre,

I'd say the real test of the furniture building is when you are with your fiance trying to build a bookcase and your fiance's two roommates are mercilessly ridiculing various errors that may or may not be occurring (such as backwards bookshelves that get screwed in permanently).

Sorry for being so mean!

Deirdre Mundy said...

Hey! Those backwards bookshelves have survived many moves! :)

Good to see you have good taste in blogs... but shouldn't you be working?

My worst flat-packed-furniture experience is the time my husband and I decided to put together our new bed... we started at 9 pm. The directions were in French, the pictures didn't match the parts, and the bed neededc some weird screwdriver americans don't use.

And there were toddlers underfoot.

THAT was a bad night...