So, it's a Tuesday morning and I'm at home. Why shouldn't I be? I'm a housewife afterall. Sometimes I forget.
A couple of weeks ago, I started working with my husband. True to form, I looked at financials and made a strategy and pushed for growth. That's how we roll in Unilever.
Problem is, the person who needs to execute everything is my husband.
I eventually found myself talking a lot about work to the point that it even became a bedtime topic. And trust me when I say that discussing work is not sexy at all.
It was the first thing I talked about it the morning over breakfast. I started slacking off on what I prepared. My menu fell from a rice meal set to just a plain toasted bread. I also didn't have time to make dinner. And yes, it was the same topic over dinner.
In Unilever, we called this PASSION. Apparently in a marriage, it is called a RECIPE FOR DISASTER.
Finally, he couldn't take it.
He told me that he wants me to be a WIFE first. He wants to come home and have dinner waiting for him. He wants to be able to open up about his problems and not have someone process the situation and make him prepare a one pager summarizing the issues and ending with a number of OFIs (opportunities for improvement) . Of course I didn't make him do this! But verbally, it was very close.
He just wants a listening ear. He doesn't want a lecture on the 6Ps of marketing- particularly promotion!
And so now, we have decided to reduce my office time. I need to learn how to be a wife first. Business will come later...