I still love my red. Original model too. She is a great wife, and wonderful mother.
Not the greatest organiser, and don't tell her important things at breakfast, because they won't sink in, but knowing her weaknesses is where I try to fit in my strengths.
Let her shop all she wants for clothes from the catalogs that land at our door. She can buy whatever she wants, as long as if fits away into one of her two closets of three dressers; she pays for it.
When it comes to Christmas gifts, she shops, and we split the bills.
I wrap and decorate the home; we split meal and treat cooking duties most of the year, and Christmas time also.
If it is a gift that I want, I buy it, and wrap it, and put her name on the 'from' tag.
She heads off at least once a year to do a community theatre play. That means I need to get more organised than usual getting the rest of the clan around when she is out.
The up side is that there are at least 6 weeks of three rehersals a week when I can disappear to the darkroom after the kids (presently 8 and 11) are sent up to read before bed.
There there are three weekends of performances when major weekend sessions can be undertaken, if I have planned things right.
I try to build up enough sleep over credits hosting other pals of our kids at our places over weekends during the rehersal period that I sometimes barely see anyone in the house when the run is on. That lets some great marathon darkroom sessions to be undertaken. Times like that I usually devote to large prints on FB papers, because the handling and washing and drying takes such a long time until you yield a sometimes toned, spotted and mounted print ready to take a place of prominence in the living room.