We put up the outside Christmas lights ...without a fuss. Well not much..but hey...this set a record. We don't work well together as a rule. My problem is...I have no patience for shit. Throw the damn lights on the bushes and call it a day! He is a perfectionist. And just watching him put everything in the right order makes my liver quiver. All I can think about is all the other stuff I have to do on my day off.
Today, I decided to shut my big trap. I slowly and methodically handed him the lights he had untangled and put in a pattern on the lawn to make it easier to figure out where they should go. Normally, I would ummm.. make suggestions...like...wouldn't just be easier to do whatever needed to be doing. Then it was game on! I know which button to press. But I do it anyway...but today I did not press any buttons. I was a Stepford Housewife. It silently killed me. But for the sake of our neighbours I kept my big mouth shut. They have seen enough when I was bossing him around last week with those damn leaves. Jeez I was a bitch.
I can't help myself. God give me patience. Hopefully I will enjoy putting up the lights, having Christmas dinners here for the family once I retire and take the time to do things right. As it is now, I rush through everything. Trying to find a minute for my own. It will come soon.