OK so … marriage is [supposed to be] a partnership, right?

Then why is it so endlessly frustrating?

Because people gonna people.  Ergo / to wit …

Half likes to keep information fairly close to vest until … “Duh-dunna-naaaah!”  Here; do this now.

Sigh.  Grunt.  Groan.

Half is the only one in the household w/info re one of theKid’s sports teams, and felt no need to inform theKid or other half the other day of a game starting in, oh, say, about an hour. 

Ummm.  Where is this?  And are we teleporting?  No?  OK. 

Sigh.  Grunt.  Groan.

Recently, Half and other half got to shrilling at each other over some nonsensical foolishness.

To recap/backtrack:  every parent of an athletically-inclined child loves LOVES the reversible.

One uniform, two uses.  Done.

But of course one of theKid’s teams has three … yes, three … separate uniforms.  Because why not.

Sigh.  Grunt.  Groan.

OK, so Half and theKid traveled to a tournament a bit of aways from the house.

And Half has been … haranguing me about theKid’s independence … getting older, needing more responsibility, stop doing so much, let theKid do some of theKid’s own stuff.  Yadda-da, yadda-da.

Fine.  Methinks me went total hands-off re letting theKid pack theKid’s bag for travel aaaaaannnnddddd of course theKid forgot one of the aforementioned three uniforms.  Had the other two, but forgot the main one.

Aaaaaannnnddddd of course that is my fault.

Now on one level, I agree.  Reagan had a saying, “Trust, but verify.”

I prefer “trust and verify.” 

Should have confirmed with theKid that theKid had everything then checked theKid’s bag together. 
High five and a “good job” if all in; easy remedy with a gentle chide if stuff is missing. 

But.  BUT.  Half felt it necessary to … dig in a bit, and my head exploded. 

Usually Half’s shrill flows past like farts …  ill wind, face scrunch, exasperated exhale, move on. 

However this time methinks me felt Half was being unfair, because (please see above) Half has been shrilling about other half letting theKid do more by theKid’s self.

OK so which order shall I obey?

Independence?  Or no?

Sigh.  Grunt.  Groan.

We exchanged apologies.  Acted like adults.  {Proverbs 15:1}

Mesupposes that compromise and communication is the debt we owe to our other, better halves. 

But still.

Would be nice to be on the same page, even if only occasionally.

‘Coz this marriage stuff is hard.

Still better than being alone, tho’.

If I had to choose?  Shrill away …