My hubby and I had a funny chat this morning. Well, it started yesterday and went something like this:
Me: Did you throw away my new Fitness magazine that was in the bathroom? Him: Hmm...not sure. Was it the one that had been sitting there for months? If I did throw it out, it is in the trash bag in the garage. Me: No, it was not there for months! It is the January issue! I hadn't even read the whole thing yet. Him: Well, maybe you shouldn't leave them in the bathroom. Me: Aack! **POP**
That last part was the sound of me busting a vein in my head. As I walk out to the garage to retrieve my magazine, I notice his muddy shoes that have been sitting there for months. Actual months, not a psuedo-Aaron month.
So, this morning I asked him if he would like to wear the mud-crusted buggers and get them out of the garage. He declined. Then we laughed about how funny we are and how our own stuff can be strewn about the house and we can rationalize that to no end, but if the other has something out of place we freak out. He brings up my water glass in the kitchen (he cannot handle the fact that I use the same glass all day) and I laugh as I think about how there are currently (in addition to the pair in the garage) three pairs of his shoes sitting in various spots throughout the house. It's a good thing we can have a sense of humor about these things.
@#$% shoes!
4 comments:
It's so true! David's mess pisses me off SOOOOO MUCH MORE than my mess.
Keith and I pile out shoes at our front door when we get home - and by the end of the week, I can't stand it any longer and I put them all away in the closet. After that, Keith doesn't know where to find his shoes. He looks behind and under all the furniture before he thinks to check the closet (where they should be in the first place). Haha!
Our messes are so massive lately, that they merge together so I don't know where his mess begins and where mine end.
So happy to hear I'm not alone! As irrational as it is...
And I have to laugh!! I think Aaron would look in the hall beofre he looked in the closet for his shoes, too! Silly boys.
Did I spell psuedo wrong? Pseudo? I guess I should check that before I post...Oops!
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