Acts of Service
What is my love language? Wait. What is my WHAT? I don’t even know what this means. Are you asking me to tell you what sweet nothings I want Hubber to whisper into my ear when we’re in the throes of coitus? For instance: do I prefer dirty talk to moaning? Or maybe you want me to tell you which spoken language I find the sexiest… Like, Italian… or Spanish… or French… or (god forbid) Mandarin?
To be safe, I just asked for clarification on this topic before this post turns into some X-Rated short story that earns me millions of dollars. Hey. Not a bad idea. But, I’ll save THAT for MY OWN blog.
Anyway, as it turns out, I’m supposed to do ANOTHER QUIZ. And, although we all know how well that worked out for me last time, I’m a team player… so I took the quiz. The result of the quiz is supposed to indicate what you need to be happy/fulfilled in your intimate relationship.
I had to take the quiz three times, actually – because I kept hoping that the results would show that I needed GIFTS to be happy. Turns out, my love language is “Acts of Service”.
The EXACT words used in my results were:
Acts of Service
Can vacuuming the floors really be an expression of love? Absolutely! Anything you do to ease the burden of responsibilities weighing on an “Acts of Service” person will speak volumes. The words he or she most want to hear: “Let me do that for you.” Laziness, broken commitments, and making more work for them tell speakers of this language their feelings don’t matter. Finding ways to serve speaks volumes to the recipient of these acts.
I guess I can’t argue with it. I do love to be treated like the royalty I obviously was in my former life. I like household/family responsibilities to be shared equally; but I wouldn’t complain if Hubber’s load was a little heavier than mine. Although I LOVE getting gifts of flowers, or perfume, or jewelry, I do enjoy gifts of clean laundry, spotless floors, empty sinks, stain-free toilets, freshly cleaned and gassed-up cars a LOT more.
Hubber already knows this (he’s just a lazy mofo like I am). But, I have a hard time ramming it into the heads of my children.
Oldest Spawn: Mom, what do you want for Mother’s Day this year?
Me: A spotless kitchen, clean carpets, and sterile bathrooms.
Oldest Spawn: Ugh. C’mon, Mom.
Me: I could not be more serious.
Littlest Spawn: That’s too hard, Momma… what if I just draw you a picture of me cleaning a toilet?
Oldest Spawn: That’s dumb. But seriously, I’d rather just buy you something.
Littlest Spawn: YOU’RE DUMB!
Me: Ok… buy me a MAID SERVICE! … And, ear plugs…and vodka.