Irony:
A few years ago, I got “called into the office” about having a blog.
This week, I was in charge of setting up a blog for our program director.
The times, they are a’changin’.
I’m quite useless this morning today this week because I’m short timing. I leave a week from tomorrow, so I’m really just biding time until my departure. I’ve got some recurring tasks to keep me busy, but for the most part? Nothin’.
I read a post on Surburban Turmoil yesterday that was a gripe disguised as a love note. And as I was reading it, I recalled a conversation that Bryan and I had about “things that you/I do”. You know, our loved ones (as much as we love them) just have things that they do that get under every inch of our skin. They’re usually mundane (not, like, throwing darts at us or anything), but they cause the OHMYGOD,DIVORCEISNOTSOBAD reaction.
I know that one of my things that drives Bryan crazy is my need to declutter the house. Constantly. I hate it when there’s shit all over the place. So he constantly will clean out his pocket and put this one scrap of VERY IMPORTANT paper on the coffee table, where it will reside for weeks. Until I declutter and it gets thrown away. Then we begin a frantic search for that faded receipt that will make or break his travel account at work.
I kid, but I have been known to throw important stuff away because it looked like trash: paperwork for electronics, maps and directions, and OHMYGOD.. checks. I have thrown away checks. And gift certificates. That I meant to give as gifts. So that’s (one of) my (many) thing(s).
One thing that drives me nuts is our invisible dishwasher. Ever since it was installed, it only appears when I’m in the kitchen. If Bryan’s in there by himself, it’s hidden, and therefore, unable to be filled. So cups, plates, forks, and the like all have to wait in the sink until I can make it in the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher. I think it’s shy, our dishwasher, and maybe Bryan’s height or voice scares it into hiding.
Again, these are things that aren’t worth fighting over and we just accept as “one of those things you/I do”. It’s also one of the reminders that we love eachother very much and that it’s only a slim chance that we’ll murder eachother in our sleep.
(If I am murdered in my sleep, I imagine you’ll find a bloody knife sitting in the kitchen sink. Begging to be put in the dishwasher.)
We’ve all got ‘em. What’s yours? (Or the ones that drive you batshit crazy?)
I apparently have an invisible laundry basket. My husband undresses at the foot of the bed and his clothes lay in the floor until I do my morning sweep of the house and put things away. Would it be so hard to toss your clothes in the laundry room 8 feet away? Apparently so… because when I moved the laundry basket to our bedroom his clothes mysteriously ended up in a pile in the laundry room where the basket used to be. And why can’t your pockets me emptied in the same place every day? Every morning it’s the same thing… “where are my keys? where’s my wallet? where are my shoes?”
What would he say about me? Nothing, because I am the perfect wife.
Are you still working at the same place just another department or a whole different place?
Jamie’s last blog post..my purse
oh gawd- can i just say this - HES A NOSE PICKER! I couldnt do it at “my place” cause his sisters read but OMG MICHAEL GET THY FINGER OUT OF YOUR NOSE HOLE!
Ive tried telling him he will become professor buger picker if one of his students walk in his office and find him two knuckles deep.. he had the balz to say- I only pick it at home. Sure babe, sure.
Christina’s last blog post..Overly Dramatic
haha! Booger, rather.
Christina’s last blog post..Overly Dramatic
So then, was it YOU who sent in that Post Secret about the dishwasher this week????
::sigh:: If only you knew how much contention that ONE little gripe has caused. Bryan is going to resort to photographic evidence that I TOO LEAVE STUFF IN THE SINK.