Cheryl and I have a standing disagreement in a matter of opinion. When I say, “I’m ready to go” that means I’m ready to walk out the door, get in the car and pull out of the driveway. When Cheryl says, “I’m ready to go” it means I have five things to do and then we can walk out the door, get in the car and pull out of the driveway.
Now please keep in mind that I’m a simple man. What I mean is I’m not that bright sometimes. So on occasion I have confronted the fact that our versions of “I’m ready to go” do not exactly match. She told me, upon entering the overly “ready” vehicle and hearing my complaints (after I honked the horn a few times…j/k…I ain’t that dumb) that she had some things she “had to do” before she could leave. It turns out, upon further examination that the matter of opinion difference that we really have is in those things that she says she “needs” to do prior to leaving.
Things such as:
Her “need”: Take the dog out.
My take: She seems to go inside anyway; whether we take her out or not.
Her “need”: Put a load of clothes in the washer and/or dryer.
My take: I went to college. If it didn’t stink (too much) we wore it. We can go back to that system if we need to.
Her “need”: Pick up boy’s clothes from the floor.
My take: They know where they put them. They can either find them later or use their money to buy more.
Her “need”: Put dishes in the dishwasher.
My take: Seriously, doesn’t a former, used up tooth fairy come do this if we don’t?
Her need: Go to the bathroom one more time.
My take: Ok, I’m sorry for all those times I wouldn’t stop when the boys were little but I’m older now too. I will stop if you ask. Chances are I have to go also.
Perhaps you have your own examples. Feel free to share yours here.
Isn’t it amazing that God asks two such different people to “become one flesh”? Thankfully His grace is available to help us.
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That's hilarious Jeff.
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I always wonder if Amanda has a “special” watch that tells “special” time. Like when she says, I’ll be ready in ten minutes and I end up watching a whole episode of Battlestar Gallactica. That show is an hour long. Maybe this is Einstein’s Theory of Special Relativity at work.