Does your husband do laundry? How about school lunches?

There are some things husband’s just can’t do, right? That’s the conventional wisdom, anyway. Your man may want to help out around the house, but he can’t be counted on to get it right. A few days ago, Scary Mommy over at The Stir about things her husband can’t seem to do. I feel for her. I’ve had those days when it seems like I’m talking to a brick wall, but I’m pretty sure that brick wall is my spouse.

And yet I think most men are capable of just about any household task. My sweetie certainly is.

In honor of my 8th wedding anniversary, and inspired by Scary Mommy’s post, here are 8 things my husband is completely awesome at.

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Me and my fella in our favorite city in the world.

A lot of lip service is devoted to the secret to a long-lasting marriage. It’s one of the main questions proffered to couples who’ve lasted decades. “What’s your secret?” we ask, as if they’re going to impart some magical advice that we can easily apply in our own marriages. Never go to bed angry, don’t sweat the small stuff and all that jazz.

Guess what? I go to bed angry all the time and I totally sweat the small stuff. In fact, I’m sweatier over the small stuff than the large stuff… And I plan on being married forever.

The other day a woman named Iris Krasnow, who has written a book called The Secret Lives of Wives: What It Really Takes To Stay Married, wrote an article for the Huffington Post called The Fine Line Between Marriage And Divorce.

It’s the first time I’ve read an article that so closely mirrors my owns thoughts about marriage.  In fact, the article inspired me to write a post on my personal blog, The Girl Who, called The Secret To Staying Married According To Moi. My opinion is a controversial one, especially because I thing arguing is absolutely normal and am suspicious of the schmoopy couples.

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It’s hard not to be happy when you get to witness two people so in love with each other every day

My mom and dad have always told me that as a parent, you’re only as happy as your least happy child. It took giving birth to one of my own to realize how very true that is. But what I’ve also picked up along the way is that I’m also only as happy as my husband, Rick. And given that my happiness is more often than not on the bliss end of the spectrum, you do the math.

I have no doubt that if I had to raise my children alone, I could do it, but I just know it wouldn’t be nearly as joyful. There’s something about delighting in watching our daughter grow together, and seeing the happiness she brings to Rick, that makes my heart smile every day.

As someone who grew up with the world’s greatest dad (yes, the greatest in the world, not just in my house), being with a man who I knew would also be the greatest was of paramount importance to me. I spend the majority of the day with our daughter, but Rick is a shining example of how much quality counts over quantity.

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My husband and I have a very clear division of labor in our marriage:  He calls the cable company whenever there’s a problem.  I don’t.  That rule was created about three years ago, after an hour long phone call with a service rep that left my with a nearly permanent eye-twitch.

Other than that, we’ve got a pretty flexible system for dividing household chores based on strengths and weaknesses, likes and dislikes, and the number of hours in the day.  Since I’m a stay-home parent, much of the household work falls to me, but the man knows his way around a vacuum cleaner and is not afraid to use it.  Gadgets we split:  Computers fall to me, iPods to him.  And the dishes are simply the responsibility of the last one up every night.

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