Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Sometimes I get to wear pants..

Part of being married is understanding the need to compromise. Take for example what happened to me this memorial day.

Sarah and I took Gaby to her first Brewers game (a loss) on Saturday and on Sunday I had gone and played hockey in the morning. So, basically, I hadn't spent a day at home at all over the holiday weekend. I was just out running about and generally not relaxing like I like to do.

Sarah was supposed to work Sunday night and wouldn't get home until Monday morning, so I would be home watching Gaby all day. This was pretty much what I was hoping to do. I didn't want to go anywhere or do anything... just sit back and relax around the house and spend time with the kid.

Sarah got sent home from work early and as a result of this, we got to spend the day together. I have no complaints about this in any way. I always enjoy spending the day with Sarah, and since she's one of the 3 people that actually reads this site, I want to make that fact very clear.

So, when we woke up in the morning, she asked me what I wanted to do on that day. I said that I would just like to stay home and relax. Sarah, being the wonderful woman that she is, says that's just fine.

This is where I make a critical marital mistake. I take her kindness and then try to show that I'm just as kind as she is.

"Sarah, if you really want to go out today, we can. I would prefer to stay home, but if you really want to..."

What I tried to do was to really let her know that my intent for the day was to stay put, but I just went about it all wrong... before I knew it she had flipped over the table and had removed any trace of my manhood and put it in her pocket.

"I guess we could run into Home Depot then..."

Damnit... I'm almost 8 years in and I still don't have a clue.


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