When I wrote taking 'Taking The High Road' I did not realize how much it would help my marriage. I guess realized that even good men have their butt moments helps for me to vent. During this time of anxiety and woe I was wearing my rose colored glasses. I wore my glasses in order to keep the peace in my home. Well the glasses are coming off.
I have a pet peeve. To be honest I have a few pet peeves. One of them came to light recently. Do you remember the movie 'Harlem Nights'? The character Vera is yelling about Benny leaving a swallow of orange juice in the container. It is a hilarious moment. My husband does this also. I complained about it one day. His response to me was that he did this in order to remind me to make more Kool-Aid. I was so mad way back then that I had to laugh at the ridiculousness of the statement. I even asked him why he did not just make it himself. Then he said the next stupid thing which was that he did not have time to do it. This happened when I had a job and a baby to take care of. I wanted to ask him what made my day less busy than his. I made the Kool-Aid. I have been making Kool-Aid our entire marriage after noticing the almost empty container. Don't get me wrong. I mean every now and again he does break a sweat and opens a packet of Kool-Aid, gets the sugar, a mixing spoon, and mixes the Kool-Aid himself. I know that the ten minutes it takes to do this labor intensive job is difficult but he manages to live through it (or he asks someone else to do it). O.K. I should cut him some slack. I did spoil him by not complaining a all those years ago. I am complaining now. He does take good care of me now also. Even during all of our troubles he still finds time to cook the family dinner. Besides I am grateful that my biggest complaint is the lack of Kool-Aid being made.
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