Today wasn’t one of those days that started out with a bang for D and I. He woke up early, I woke up late. He wanted to go out, I wanted to stay in. Then I wanted to go shopping and he wanted to cut the grass. And so on and so forth.
Then while he was cutting the grass, he accidentally hit a rock with the lawn mower…which, of course, had to fly out and hit the glass storm door. You can imagine that he was just a barrel of monkeys after doing this. I tried to be patient with him and remind him that it was just an accident, and not that big of a deal to get fixed, but he wasn’t having any of it. His little pout (sorry D, it was a pout) continued into the grocery store.
Let me back track and say that I had planned on going grocery shopping after I ate lunch…around 3:00 or so. Then D decided that he wanted to go..after he got done cutting the grass. Then that little fiasco happened, making D’s mood crappy, and by the time we actually got to the store, I was hungry again. No, not hungry, I was starving again. You see, when I wait too long between meals, I get low blood sugar- I get irritable and I have a hard time concentrating. Which makes grocery shopping take twice as long because A) I keep forgetting the things that I need and constantly back-tracking through the store and B) I get argumentative and disagree with D over every little choice. “No! I don’t like that kind of shredded wheat! What are you thinking? I would never eat that.”…..see how sane and rational I am…NOT.
Anyway, we were both in horrible moods before we even left for the store. We argued over what car to take. (Like it matters…) We argued about what size dog food bag to buy. We argued over lite cool-whip vs. fat-free cool-whip. We argued over steaks vs. pork chops. ( D wanted steaks, I wanted pork chops.) Then when D was talked into pork chops, we argued about what package to buy. We argued about the placement of things on the conveyor belt in the check-out line. We argued over which bags went where in the cart. We argued about where to put the cart back. I’m sure we were real entertainment for the other grocery-shoppers around us. Don’t get me wrong, we weren’t yelling at each other or anything, just quietly bickering in the bread aisle.
Then somehow, we made it home and got the groceries put away without killing each other. I sat down and ate some laughing cow cheese and melba toasts. Then I felt better. D sat down and had a beer. Then he felt better. He lit the grill and I threw together a dessert and scrubbed some potatoes. We managed to get dinner ready without snapping at each other once.
We sat down to a dinner of pork chops, baked red potatoes, and black-eyed peas. Yum. I complemented D on his excellent grilled pork chops. He complimented me on my baked red potatoes. “All I did was scrub them and put them in the microwave,” I shrugged. D thought for a minute and said “Well yeah, but there are some people who can’t even do that!” Maybe people who have never operated a microwave before, but hey, I’ll take the compliment. We ate in quiet contentment, and then when we got up, D said the magic words- “You go relax, I’ll clean up this mess.”
Oh, be still my heart. 
Even though we drive each other crazy sometimes and know EXACTLY how to push each others buttons, I still wouldn’t have it any other way.
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