The spray bottle is still working wonders on the maniac dog's behavior. I keep it in reach most of the time. Sometimes my aim is off and both the dog and the husband get spritzed. Whenever that happens, I become a child. I giggle with a half-hearted apology.
Last night, the dog and I went into the garage. The door opened and it was Rambo with the squirt bottle. He opened fire.
I didn't write this title. The husband did. He wrote it in my notebook. (Which he is not allowed to touch!) For someone who feigns ignorance about this blog, he still likes to give me ideas or maybe it's just his obsession with being the boss of me.
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Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Why We Stay
I am madly and passionately in love with the husband. Sometimes this has served me well. Other times, it has made me want to beat my head against the wall so I can feel the relief when I stop and the pain abates.
Most of the time, I think he likes me a little bit too. But, make no mistake, I make him crazy. Although I have been wedded before, this is my first marriage. No one explained the complications, the idiosyncrasies, the day in and day out issues that never seem to go away. We have been married many years and we seem to keep having the same discussions.
He runs a company. There may be some opinions but ultimately, he gets to give the directives. He's in a band. They may discuss things but from my observation, if it's not ok with him, it's not going to fly. He's on committees or the head of committees. He's ok with the debate and then he's going to make the decisions he needs to make. That's part of his charm. While the rest of us could debate things into oblivion, he's made a decision and moved on.
Then he comes home and tries to order me around. My mantra is, "You are not the boss of me. Check it at the door."
I can't answer for anyone but me. Here's why I stay: When I fall into his arms at night and let the worries of the day fall briefly away, I remember how I got here. I can be mad about the oldies, some money situation, or something equally silly. I remember taking some vows.
I snuggle in, breathe in and know this is where I belong.
Most of the time, I think he likes me a little bit too. But, make no mistake, I make him crazy. Although I have been wedded before, this is my first marriage. No one explained the complications, the idiosyncrasies, the day in and day out issues that never seem to go away. We have been married many years and we seem to keep having the same discussions.
He runs a company. There may be some opinions but ultimately, he gets to give the directives. He's in a band. They may discuss things but from my observation, if it's not ok with him, it's not going to fly. He's on committees or the head of committees. He's ok with the debate and then he's going to make the decisions he needs to make. That's part of his charm. While the rest of us could debate things into oblivion, he's made a decision and moved on.
Then he comes home and tries to order me around. My mantra is, "You are not the boss of me. Check it at the door."
I can't answer for anyone but me. Here's why I stay: When I fall into his arms at night and let the worries of the day fall briefly away, I remember how I got here. I can be mad about the oldies, some money situation, or something equally silly. I remember taking some vows.
I snuggle in, breathe in and know this is where I belong.
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