What I bring to the table

I took a look at my marriage. The wife, daughter, house, our life. I took into consideration all the things my wife does; work from home for the lab, chauffer our daughter here and there, pay the bills, manage our accounts, cook, clean, decorate, organize, streamline, police, delegate, shop, supply, manage, wash, repair, mend, consol, reprimand, encourage creativity and risk taking, teach, nurture, doctor the booboos, plan for the future... the list goes on. Then I took into consideration all the things I do. Ummm, I bring home a paycheck every couple of weeks. I generate an amazing amount of dirty close. I pinch my wifes butt a lot. I cut the lawn, plant shrubbery, clean the litter boxes, pick up large object, occassionally fix things, do dishes sometimes, and, well, do what my wife tells me to do... just not always when she wants me to. I really don't contribute too much do I. *sigh* This isn't a good thing. I do ask her how I can help. And I try not to take for granted everything she does. And I do try to think of what needs to be done so that I don't need to pester her (try to show a little proactiveness). But not too often. I found that I don't do whatever I did the way she would have wanted me to do it and I often have to redo it to her specifications. *sigh* So I just ask her.
I guess what this boils down to is communication. Her and I. She does what she knows needs to be done. She does it her way. I stay out of the way and try to help where I can. Seems to work pretty good.
Now I do put a lot of thought into how I can make her life easier. I will try to remove or lessen the strain on her schedule. I'll take the little one way to give her peace and quiet. I pick up things around the house. I try not to be a nuisance.
All I can say is that I try to help. I hope that is all that counts.
Well, and I love her dearly too.