Actual conversation Eric and I had about 10 minutes ago:
[FYI: I’m having a bad couple of days.]
S – You know what would make me feel better? If you clean the apartment while I just sit here. It will make all of my problems go away.
E – I don’t know how to clean like you like me to clean.
S – I like how you clean the shower.
E – You don’t like how I sweep.
S – It’s true I’m a control freak about sweeping, but that’s just because dirty floors gross me out.
(pause)
S – You don’t know how to sweep?
E – I don’t know how to sweep like you want me to. I know how to sweep.
(pause)
S – So, do you want to, like, sweep or something?
E – Are you going to judge or critique me?
S – No promises.
(A few minutes later.)
S – Is it weird that I just typed that whole conversation out and am thinking about putting it on my blog?
E – Yeah.
[End scene]
Day 4: Today I’m thankful that it’s Friday. But mostly for this guy:
Your turn!
Funny post and great ending on being thankful for him. Your conversation feels like some of mine with my husband when I am in a funky mood.
The nitpicking sweeping thing reminds me of a quality of my Mom’s that I have worked my whole adult life to minimize. My mom had certain cleaning standards, too, and thus she martryed (sp?) herself constantly and got stuck with all the cleaning cuz she had to e-clean often. It caused a lot of hurt feelings and anger on all sides and I started doing the same treatment to college roommates and quickly realized I prefer social/emotional harmony more than any certain standard of cleanliness. That was my experience.
Oh yea, I am grateful for my comfortable bed and sleeping in til 7:50am today!