This morning I was flipping through an old Ladies Home Journal that I heisted from somewhere because yes, as a matter of fact, I do want to know how Miranda Lambert got that smoking hot new body. I flipped to a page celebrating married couples and the sweet traditions they develop over the years to help each other and show their love.
One couple, married for 50 years, stated that she’s bad at directions so he always drives her to a new place the day before her appointment so that she can find it, and she is good at grammar and spelling so she always checks his emails and FB posts. Another couple reported that she makes little baggies of homemade muesli every Sunday for him to take to work and he…well…I forget what he does But anyway, you get the point.
I started thinking about BigB and our sweet traditions, but then I was interrupted by BigB, who is on vacation this week and was upstairs lying in bed, calling out to littleb to come snuggle with him. And this annoyed me and redirected my train of thought towards all the little ways we annoy each other. He is on vacation, for God’s sake…it’s annoying enough that he has about 10 weeks of vacation a year….can’t he just vacation quietly in the comfort of our bed without waking up the energizer bunny a half hour early?
No, he can’t. He can’t because if BigB is awake, everyone needs to be awake, or he gets lonely. He will try to engage a person in conversation and if that doesn’t work, he’ll resort to physical means such as hugging, tickling, anything for attention.
And Lord knows, I am not perfect. BigB gets annoyed that I’m not friendlier in the morning. I’m not a morning person. I’m not playful, I’m not chatty…..I get up earlier than everyone else for the sole purpose of being by myself. If someone gets up early and joins me, well, it just bloody pisses me off.
BigB and I have a million little ways to annoy each other. For instance, he eats his poached eggs whole. That’s one whole egg, yolk and all, just breaking in his mouth, coating his tongue, sliding down his throat. I’m getting a little queasy thinking about it. I, on the other hand, do not care about malware or internet security and this is not only irresponsible, but it drives BigB insane. Have I set up the security feature on my phone? I don’t know. Would I like to learn how? Must I? Deep sigh.
And don’t get me started on the air conditioning/heating. I do not care for air conditioning. If I wanted to live in air conditioning, I would move to Arizona. I want my windows and doors open to the fresh air. I want to walk in from outside without experiencing a 20 degree temperature drop that sends me running for my snorkel parka. BigB, on the other hand, would prefer to not walk into a bread oven every day between September and April.
Yup, we’ve got a million little ways to annoy each other without even trying. But we’ve learned to compromise, and that’s how we show our love for each other. He gives a little, I give a little….plus I make him little yogurt sundaes every morning for breakfast. He always grills my burger a little more on the well done side. Sometimes I pretend to be friendly in the morning. Sometimes he eats his eggs like a normal person.
It really is the little things.