Marital Accord

OK this is what used to happen whenever my husband and I would plan to go out.

The Scene: Saturday afternoon. We're going out, and I want to leave at 6:00.

4:30
I start to get ready. (Hey, I like to take my time - trust me, it shows...)
I start in on him. "Michael, don't forget we're going out..."
"Honey, shouldn't you start getting ready?"
"Michael, we have reservations for 6:30... We have to leave here at 6:00 or we'll be late..."

5:20
He can't take it anymore.

5:30
He's dressed. (Men!!) Sitting on the couch looking uncomfortable as hell, but very nice. Now I have to change my tune.
"Michael! Don't play with that dog -- he's getting hair all over you!"
(My husband was a saint, in case that isn't obvious to you yet...)

6:10
I'm ready to go (shut up)

Now HE starts. All of a sudden, like it just came up, he has to run around the house checking all the doors to make sure they're locked, has to check and make sure the dog has water and food, where's his cigarettes....

gggrrrrr

So, in the interest of marital accord, this was our solution.

We agreed on the time that we would be "pulling down the driveway"

We will be In The Car Pulling Down The Driveway at 6:00 - agreed?

and then we politely ignored each other until then.

It worked very well, and made the rest of the evening much more pleasant!




my stars, how I miss him....