Could I adopt my husband’s habits for a week — and survive?

Have you ever thought, even for just a teensy-weensy millisecond, what it would be like to be someone else, or just take on some of their traits, habits, schedule?

Have you ever wished you were like your husband, or maybe that your husband was little more like you? Yeah, thought so.

Nope, I didn’t manage to get a mind and body swap, but I figured a little perspective taking wouldn’t hurt anyone. We’re stuck day in and day out, in this one mind, one body, one way. But there’s a whole world of people out there who are not me. Self-improvement is too hard, but what if I was just someone else?

A body swap is beyond my powers, but I decided to pinpoint a few of my husband’s better traits and features and try them on for size, just for a week, to see how I’d fare.

Here’s what I came up with:

I had to wake up the same time as my husband (5:45 a.m.).

I needed to dress like my husband — white top, black bottom.

I couldn’t kvetch. Only women and kids do that, he says.

I had to do things immediately, no dawdling.

I wouldn’t go to minyan (that accommodating to my shenanigans my husband is not), swap jobs (ditto to his boss, and honestly, I’d make the worst accountant), or follow his eating habits. (’Cuz mine are better. I could never eat like him — first meal at 2 p.m. and too much Dr. Pepper. I pass out, for real pass out, if I don’t get food in me bright and early.)