He Thinks I'm Dumb and That's OK With Me.

I think broadly speaking, men feel women are not as smart as them. I have personally seen it on several occasions, but I won't get into other peoples lives.

Sexy Papa tells me I am the smartest woman he knows... but he doesn't act like it. I believe he thinks I am stupid. Well maybe not stupid, just not as smart as him. Even though I have proven this not to be the case more than once. Don't get me wrong, Sexy Papa is smart. He is a wiz at math. Can build custom furniture and cabinets with the best of them. As far as street smarts, well he knows when to hold 'em and when to fold 'em, if you know what I mean. But none of that means he is smarter than me.

This "project" has, once again, shown me how dumb he thinks I am. When we were first deciding on what we needed to redo our kitchen a descusion of screws came up. Drywall screws to be exact, and how long should they be. While in the aisle at Home Depot, we debated over 2" or 3". I said we should get the 3's because we didn't know exactly what was in the way of the ceiling studs. Better to be safe. He said, since we were using half inch drywall and what was up was probably no more than 3/4", a 2 inch screw should be fine.
Well fast forward to the day he actually puts the dry wall up, and guess what?... the 2" screws aren't long enough. I literally laughed out loud... at him... in front of his friend! Thank God his friend had 3" drywall screws in his truck. I might have had to kill Sexy Papa if that ceiling didn't get put up.

Yesterday I was working on skimming the walls with mud. A nice new even coat on a couple of wall that were old and had hairline cracks in them. I am sanding away, smoothing things out. Dust everything off and then wipe it with a wet sponge before putting another coat on. All of this might lead a reasonalble person to believe I kinda know what I am doing. He said to me, "You know everything has to be sanded before we paint. I mean not just what you have mudded, but every where that's going to be painted." I reply with a smile on my face, "Yes, and dusted and wet wiped. So that the surface is rough enough for the paint to stick to. And you want to wet wipe it so the dust doesn't hamper your work. Honey, you know my brother is a painter right? I have done this more than once."

I may not be a drywall guy or a painter, but I CAN do it. I don't like to but I know how. I mean, I have worked on a construction crew before. I have also worked with my brother. I have actually been paid to paint murals on walls before. Everyone else seems to think I am capable of this, why doesn't he?

I usually say that "he thinks I'm stupid, and that's OK with me." I find it an advantage when one person underestimates the other. When we "debate" over unimportant things, ( What some political person said) and I know it's not going to be resolved, I just say "OK Dear". It's enough for me to know I'm right. I hold a strong believe to Not Argue Over Dumb Shit. It's more important that everyone is happy. I gernarally get a kick out of shocking him, because he thinks I am stupid. This was a lot more fun when we were seperated. I held a "Go ahead and think I'm dumb all you want. It will only be that much more of a slap in the face when you realize you've been had."

Now-a-days it isn't so much of a satisfaction, more like an annoyance. So I guess I brought the whole kitchen thing on myself. Maybe one of these days he will figure out, more like it will hit him like a ton of bricks, that I am pretty smart. I can hold my own. I know what I am talking about. I might have a point.

PS: If it doesn't stop raining soon, I may be forced to do something drastic. Like duct tape my kids to a wall, or at the very least... go shopping with money we don't have to cheer myself up!