I’m sitting here with the biggest grin on my face because it finally happened, I schooled my husband!
To get a sense of what a momentous occasion this is, you have to know a bit of background.
My husband thinks he knows everything (or at least way more than me)! He is the person I bounce my ideas off and tell every single thought in my head. I have to wait until the end of the day to tell him all the things.
By that time I’ve had a lot of thoughts and then I still have to compete with Josh for talk-time!
My husband thinks he knows everything
Ashley is fairly good at problem solving (mine) and gives OK advise as I muddle through my everyday life. He genuinely does not know how I even survived life before I met him. Before we met, I was just finishing college and he would watch me walk home everyday (red flags).
My route from the bus stop to my house went by his house. He says he used to watch me cross the main road with my pink Ipod plugged in, drowning out all sound and never once saw me stop or pause to check for cars. Every evening he anxiously watched this “stupid girl” until I was safely across the road. In my defense, the motorists could all see me!
To this day, Ashley holds my hand when we cross a road, never mind his children because apparently they’ve been taught to look both ways before crossing!
My husband thinks his English is better than mine even though it’s not his first language
Ashley is also under the illusion that he knows the English language better than I do. I don’t know why because his first language is Afrikaans while I speak only English.
While he was growing up playing and being an active sportsman with all his friends, I was reading books. As a shy, introverted kid (true story) I had no friends except the ones I found in my story books. I considered George from Enid Blyton’s, The Famous Five to by my best friend! She made me laugh and taught me all kinds of things about looking for clues and solving mysteries. I have been an avid reader since well before the age of five and practically grew up in Cape Town’s public libraries!
Why he thinks he has a firmer grasp of the English language stems only from the fact that I occasionally ask him to proof read my blog before I hit publish. I type faster than I think so sometimes when I’m trying to articulate something he has to convert the “Antheaisms” into words that other people can understand. Also for years he’s seen me repeatedly Google the words “Tuesday” and “weird” (even as I typed that last one I had to hit auto correct!).
Needless to say, he thinks he knows, like, everything. And definitely more than me. That is until last night.
The moment I’ve been waiting for for 14 years
Last night was a night like any other. I was in the bedroom blogging when he walked in and placed a cup of coffee on the bedside table. As he turned to leave I asked “Babe, how do you spell convalescing? As in: “While I was convalescing…“. After a few microseconds of silence I looked up and that’s when I saw it! He was genuinely confused!
Then he replied “don’t you mean convoluted?”. It took me another few seconds to realize that he didn’t know the word “convalescence”. I quickly hit google and showed him the definition of convalescence, still thinking he was playing me. And that’s when we both knew it, he just got served.
I, Anthea, being of sound mind, taught my husband an English word he’d never heard before! I single-handedly broadened his vocabulary!
He was shook.
It might not seem like a big deal to you. But we both know it is. I mean, you can’t base a marriage on this but I’m ever so grateful that last night all the stars aligned to give me this gleeful wifely moment. And I will be secretly enjoying it for quite some time.
Watch out for my next post entitled “A cautionary tale: How to run faster than your husband!“
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