It is important for men to remember that, as women grow older, it becomes harder for them to maintain the same quality of housekeeping as when they were younger. When you notice this, try not to yell at them. Some are oversensitive, and there's nothing worse than an oversensitive woman.

My name is Ron. Let me relate how I handled the situation with my wife, Carol Anne. When I retired a few years ago, it became necessary for Carol Anne to get a full-time job, along with her part-time job, both for extra income and for the health benefits that we needed. Shortly after she started working, I noticed she was beginning to show her age. I usually get home from the golf club about the same time she gets home from work.

Although she knows how hungry I am, she almost always says she has to rest for half an hour or so before she starts dinner. I don't yell at her. Instead, I tell her to take her time and just wake me when she gets dinner on the table. I generally have lunch in the Men's Grill at the club, so eating out is not reasonable. I'm ready for some home-cooked grub when I hit that door. She used to do the dishes as soon as we finished eating. But now it's not unusual for them to sit on the table for several hours after dinner.

I do what I can by diplomatically reminding her several times each evening that they won't clean themselves. I know she really appreciates this, as it does seem to motivate her to get them done before she goes to bed.

Another symptom of aging is complaining, I think.For example, she will say that it is difficult for her to find time to pay the monthly bills during her lunch hour.. But, Boys, we take 'em for better or worse, so I just smile and offer encouragement. I tell her to stretch it out over two, or even three days. That way, she won't have to rush so much. I also remind her that missing lunch completely now and then wouldn't hurt her any (if you know what I mean). I like to think tact is one of my strong points.

When doing simple jobs, she seems to think she needs more rest periods. She had to take a break when she was only half-finished mowing the yard. I try not to make a scene. I'm a fair man. I tell her to fix herself a nice, big, cold glass of freshly squeezed lemonade and just sit for a while. And, as long as she is making one for herself, she may as well make one for me, too.

I know that I probably look like a saint in the way I support Carol Anne. I'm not saying that showing this much consideration is easy. Many men will find it difficult. Some will find it impossible! Nobody knows better than I do how frustrating women get as they get older. However, Guys, even if you just use a little more tact and less criticism of your aging wife because of this article, I will consider that writing it was well worthwhile. After all, we are put on this earth to help each other.

Yea! And what poison is best for Carol Anne to put into his "Fresh Squeezed Lemonaid"? Maybe a little fresh squeezed Oleander.

Hardy hardy har haw

LOL, I know this is a joke. or at least I hope it is! laughing.....

Ohhhhhhh and I know now for the nickname Chasing Hawk is from! Chasing Hawk around with the frying pan! lol

When we first got married we were both working full time. Things didn't get done on time all the time. When my husband was talking to some of his online friends, one of the men from the West Coast said that he told his new wife that when he got home from work she'd better have supper on the table, the house clean and laundry done. He said he had to tell her a few times but after a week or so he saw a big improvement. The man from the East coast said that he'd told his wife the same thing--demanded it. He said that since his wife was a little headstrong it took a couple of weeks for him to see her improve. So my husband told me what his friends had said and told me that he thought they were right. That I was to have his dinner on the table, the house clean, and the laundry done every night. After about a week he could see his computer again a little bit since the swelling had gone down out of his black eyes.

ha ha

It better be a joke, or he better get off of his you know what and fix his own dinner.

And right beneath this "letter" would be the obituary for the same gent, correct? Would be if it were MY Hubby!