5.08.2012

a little honesty

Sometimes Zane and I will argue.
It feels dishonest to pretend it's all sunshine and rainbows.

99% of the time, our disagreements are 100% ridiculous.

For example, remember when I took a picture of my dresser corner?
What prompted that brilliant piece, was the most silly of scuffles with Zane.

I began to notice, on my daily quickie cleaning run through of the apartment, that Zane's deodorant bottle always seemed to travel from the bathroom, and settle itself on our bedroom dresser. Thus, everyday I would place it back into the bathroom cabinet.

One night before bed, while me and Zane were laughing and genuinely enjoying just hanging out with each other, I decided it would be the best time to bring up the deodorant bottle. Good timing seems to always allude me.

It started off as more of a joke, but turned into more of an argument. I mean, I always leave my laptop, among other things, in the family room instead of the office, and I also leave my clothes on the floor. So why bring up the deodorant bottle?
Touche husband.

We obviously are in the process of learning how to pick our battles, or maybe just I am. Since Zane hadn't brought up any of my annoying habits, until I mentioned his.

The memory is a little hazy now, but I don't believe we truly settled that battle.

What I do remember is waking up the next morning with a clean dresser. In fact, I haven't seen anything belonging to Zane sitting on that dresser since.

The point is, we may still be learning about good timing, and worthy battles, but we do know how to patch everything up with a little love and sacrifice. And isn't that what matters most?

I am grateful for Zane.
For watering the plants that are too high for me, for letting me put touches of pink in our bedroom, for getting up in the night to check doors and windows when I'm feeling scared, and most of all, for always being the first to say sorry.


6 comments:

  1. love this.

    i have a hard time choosing my battles.

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  2. I'm glad im not the only wife learning...:) thanks for sharing this brookey!

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  3. Cute, cute, cute. It's a good thing I'm not married because I can say honestly that I'm not ready.

    Brooke, I'm glad I happened to stumble upon your blog. It makes me think we might have been friends had I bothered to get to know you.

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    1. Thank you Ruth, I think we could have been too. High school, high school. Who needed that drama.
      And I am sure by the time that boy of yours gets home, you will be plenty ready.

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  4. choosing battles? yeah, not my thing. i don't have the best timing either. glad i'm not the only one that isn't perfect at being a wife! (:

    xo, b.

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  5. So the dresser is clean. How are the clothes on the floor? ;)

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