I stand strong. I stand steadfast. I have not said a word to my honey. This is a silent battle of the wills. It's getting just plain funny. You know how you do this dance with your partner? Like the dance of life or something? It's just a dance and if you think about it, it's one moving around the other when one is feeling either loving or genial -OR- it's one moving straight at the other like a bull in a bull fight. It depends on the mood. It depends on what is going on. It depends if I'm on my period.
There is this tissue box. For a long time now, there has always been a tissue box on this particular stool. A stool you say? Yes, it's on a stool right next to where our home PC sits. Don't ask. So, given it's there, I like it to be in the middle of the stool. You know, it looks centered. Like it belongs there (who am I kidding). My husband on the other hand likes it to be at the back of the stool where the back of the stool meets the wall so that the tissue box is sitting flush with the wall therefore making it on the edge of the stool. Is this a good visual? I hope so..
I will walk by that thing and move it to the middle. Quietly. Without saying a word, knowing it was he who moved it to the edge. I move it to the middle and keep walking. Three minutes later, I pass that same stool and the tissue box is at the back edge again. So he walked by and quietly, moved it to the back. I'm not sure if he thinks it is me moving it or my son. AND I know that if I broach this subject with him it will turn into a comedic head against the wall conversation; so I ignore the temptation and move it to the middle. This has been going on for weeks...possibly months. A long time. It's becoming it's own little 'thing'. It's like the dependable crash of the waves on the beach, that I will have to move it. It's like a disease he has. I know why I want it in the middle of the stool; because I'm a woman stuck in symetrical mode. Everything must be symetrical. It will look like you wanted it that way, you planned it to end up there you know? Now HIM. I can only offer a small small tiny thought of what might be going through his head because God help him (and me) he is a man and I have NO CLUE what goes through the heads of men. I am but a simple woman...
It appears my son has this disease as well. As we speak (or type) the oldest keeps (silently) re arranging this new entry rug I just bought for the front door today. It was time for the Snow Man rug to be put away till Winter ya know? So I bought this jazzy wooden slat shaker rug/mat that has beautiful warm colors in it; perfect for our house. With my 20% coupon thankyouverymuch. I placed it horizontally on the floor not two hours ago. He keeps (third time now) going over and re adjusting it to be vertical. Silently. Without a word to me. And I silently re arrange it like I had it originally. First of all, it MUST be in the male side of the genes. Second of all, he's ONLY SIX! Third of all you can easily see why I will lose my ever loving mind around here. If I were a tad bit closer to the looney side of life, I just might think between the tissue box and the new mat, I was losing my mind. Who in God's name is moving this stuff I might think to myself? Oh I know, it's the bossy boys in my life. Hmph. It seems I might be outnumbered by them but I am NOT outsmarted. Silently, quietly, I have ALL their numbers. They just don't know it.
Jenn
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
2 comments:
LOL, someone sounds like they have OCD, I just can figure out who it is! Being female though, I think I'll be on your side!
LOL
Ok Joseph and I run in to Bed Bath and Beyond to look for something. He wants to walk no cart. It's a quick trip I let him. These wonderful plastic margarita glasses catch his eye. "Ohhh" he says there are two rows with them all upside down, big part down, little part up. There is one just one on the outside that would not fit on the shelf in the two rows it's alone. But it's right side up. Wont fit upside down. He flips it upside down like the others but it wont fit. He flips it back as he found it but it's not like the others, he flips it again, it wont fit, flips it again, it's not like the others, over and over again.
"Joseph it's ok baby just leave it" he looks at me as if I had lost my mind. I dont know how long this would have continued had I not physically picked him up. He's screaming, he's mad those glasses mom the universe is not right till they are FIXED!!!
He does stuff like that ALL the time. Doors need to be closed cant be left open make him crazy. HE'S 2!!! Lordy.
I think it's a male thing. I think he gets it from his daddy. Derek and I could care less about it all. It's rough on us living with the other two but are you gonna do. Wonder what Jacob will think of all of this. I hope he's more like me and thinks you're all crazy LOL
Yes you are outnumbered like me. Oh these boys. But I am the queen of my boys and that is the best place to truly be. LOL
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