we had one of the biggest fights in our marriage this last weekend.
a fight that left one of the spouses running for the door to get out and the other spouse on the toilet lamenting that fact that they just wished the other spouse would do the grocery shopping.
the spouse that wanted to run out the door was called back to fight, and the spouse that was on the toilet while speaking rather loudly through the mostly closed door, because since children, there are no closed doors in our house, finally met in the kitchen and had it out.
what calamity occurred that required a face-off?
one of the spouses bought cheese that was not on sale.
yep, worse than adultery.
i had expectations of romance in my marriage. quiet evenings, visiting each other, restfulness, and all the other lies pictures show about marriage.
yeah, that was shot to hell.
you know what i find sexy and romantic now? a bathroom that does not smell like urine.
preferable cleaned by the hubby. when it is, he suddenly becomes people’s sexiest man alive.
we used to be able to go to dinner AND a movie.
now we can barely make it through one or the other.
we used to have conversations about the correct way to fold towels.
now i just say “move the clean clothes so you don’t sit on them when you use the couch.”
we have even discussed the possibility of one spouse having an affair with a millionaire just to save some money for school, sports, music, dentist, doctor, braces, medications, and whatever else fees.
you know who i blame?
from what i can tell, not only do they cause their parents to fight over cheese that was not on sale because sleep deprivation has turned them into irrational beings, they seem to have made them gray, wrinkled, and sleep deprived.
what scares me the most?
they are thriving.