Jamey and I get along very well. We occasionally have little disagreements, but we air our different perspectives and move on pretty quickly. Once in a while we have a doozy of a disagreement.
Now, let me define disagreement for you. Disagreement can mean that two people think differently on a subject. It can also mean, as it does here, that one person disagrees with how another person does something. Is that still a disagreement? Let's just say that it is.
Jamey is the easiest person to live with. I haven't lived with that many people, but that's beside the point. I can't imagine anyone would be easier to live with and get along with. Me on the other hand, I can be kind-of difficult occasionally. It's important for me to have certain things a certain way at times. I've let go of a lot over the years (thank you, Jesus). I used to be much more particular. But, even though I've learned to relax quite a bit there are still some things that I need just so and I am holding on to these last few things with white knuckles.
Just ask Jamey.
For example...one of the things I happen to be pretty particular about (still) are our kitchen towels. Go figure. It is my belief that two towels should hang on the oven door. One to dry hands. One to dry dishes. The one to dry hands with should be kept closest to the sink and should be thicker. The one for dishes should be a thinner towel and be farther from the sink. Simple. Makes perfect sense...to me.
So, over the years, I've tried to convey this need of mine for order (and let's face it, probably control) to my dear husband. He has made a valiant effort, I must say, to please me. The problem is, he often forgets my logic and therefore gets confused when he has to make a decision about the kitchen towels. I am sure visions of me sputtering and fussing come to mind every time he looks at or touches a kitchen towel. No wonder he sometimes confuses my logic and gets it wrong.
The other day, the issue came up again and I just about lost it. I felt bad for him, bad for me, stumped as to why we couldn't (in all our 12 years of tackling all sorts of marital issues and coming out together on top every time) put this issue to rest.
Why did I not think of this before? It's how all problems should be solved. Jamey just laughed (probably out of disbelief) as I ran to the living room to look up online how to spell 'etiquette' and start my list of kitchen towel guidelines. Here's what I was thinking. If Jamey is in doubt, he can open the cupboard near the oven (where the guidelines would be taped inside) and check to see what he should do.
Do you think I'm terrible? Do you think I am the worst wife and person ever? I promise...this is about the worst thing I EVER do to him.
Here's me writing frantically. He took my picture and I said, "What are you doing that for?" He replied that he wasn't sure but something about how he could use the photo to commiserate with the other in-laws in my family.
And here's the list.
Think what you will about me (and Jamey for putting up with me). I feel so much better. Now this issue will never ever come up again.