Wait Til’ The Midnight Hour
Rarely do my wife and I fight. You might look at the entries of this blog and have the impression that’s it’s often enough to note, but it’s really not. Last night we had one that was totally on me.
I don’t do enough house work.
I’m a lazy bump on a log, I know. But I don’t know how I let it get so out of hand that my darling little lady got fed up with me. Even as a child, I always wanted to put of household chores until the absolute last minute, meaning that a guest was about 10 minutes away. I feel bad for a couple of reasons. One, I know I should do more to help my lady out. But two, the argument took place so late at night, that I know she’s exhausted today, because I am.
It seems like our disagreements usually work out that way. We simmer throughout the evening and come to a full boil right after the 11:00 news. I always look back on our disagreements and ask myself what took me so long to see her point of view, because usually her point of view is dead on. She’s perceptive like that. I only wish she was perceptive enough to say “you’re a dumb ass, and it’s too late to be talking all this junk.”
Looks like I have much more to get in order than just the house.