Before I get started here, I want to publically state for the record that I love my husband very much. He really is a great guy. That said, like most couples who have been together for a long time, we do have our issues. We disagree, discuss and sometimes even yell.
Ok, ok, I yell.
Sometimes I find it hard to suppress the Sicilian, but for the most part we really are able to see the other person’s point of view and move on for the better.
Tissues have become a big issue in my marriage lately and I am afraid it is getting serious.
Like I said before, my husband is wonderful, so wonderful in fact, that if I am busy (er, sleeping), he will go the grocery store for me on the weekend when he could be relaxing. I give him a list and a handful of coupons and he dutifully goes through the store filling his cart with what we need, what I wrote down.
Except for the tissues.
It’s not that he doesn’t get the tissues, it’s that he doesn’t get the proper colored tissue boxes. EVER….and this drives me insane!
I have made agonizing decisions regarding décor in every room of our home, the bathroom being no exception. The devil is the details. A bright blue tissue box does not work in a red bathroom.
It simply does not go.
Apparently, my husband does not understand this- or worse- he doesn’t care!!
I mean he lives here; does he not know what color our bathrooms are?
He’s not colorblind, believe me, I’ve checked. He claims it’s some sort of a decorating disability, but I think it’s just an excuse. Either way, I have to look at those dreadful boxes for a whole week.
They sit there mocking me and messing up my entire design plan.
Seriously, I would rather blow my nose in toilet paper than have that mismatched box in there.
Doesn’t matter, each week he comes home with the wrong boxes and his excuses are ridiculous. “I forgot”, “These were on sale”, “They don’t make those colors anymore.”
Who is he kidding?
He just doesn’t care.
What reasonable person could expect me to live like that?
The easy answer is for me to just do the shopping myself or go with him so I can show him where the right tissue boxes are.
After all, there are children involved here. As the saying goes, I should pick my battles, because overall I do love him and he is a really great guy.
Except for the tissues.
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