Friday, April 27, 2012

Husbands, can't live with em....

I'm a bit of a control freak. Sometimes, I even get a little obsessive compulsive. My husband, he is amazing...let me just get that out of the way. He really is amazing. He helps me with things like laundry, vacuuming, dishes....he will help out with anything that I ask of him. I'm so lucky.

With that said, one thing that drives me CRAZY about Tony is that he leaves little "piles" around our bedroom. He's been doing it for years- as long as I've been around, that's for sure. Clothes that are not dirty but he doesn't want to take the time to hang up, they go in a pile. Clothes that are definitely dirty- those go in a pile. Before you know it, there are three to four little piles all over the place. It makes me bonkers. But that's not all....


Tony just LOVES to wait until dinner is served to get himself a lil something to wet his beak. I always give him fair warning... "Hey babe, dinner will be ready in 2 minutes!!!" But somehow, he never seems to saunter into the kitchen and get himself a glass of (whatever it is he's having) until 3 minutes after my warning. So dinner sits there....getting cold, while dear Tony pours a little cup à milk. And it happens this way EVERY night.

I've been thinking about these annoying little quirks lately. Even though I can't stand them sometimes, it's those oddities that I will miss when he's gone. 80 years from now when I'm a widow (that is, if I don't go first) I'm going to miss those little piles. I'm going to miss the [near] arguments right when we sit down to dinner EVERY NIGHT. Those little characteristics are what make Tony, Tony. And I love Tony, just as he is (Bridget Jones Diary reference).


I really should give him a break sometimes....

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