A few days ago I was driving to the gym when my ear started feeling itchy, so I scratched it. Imagine my surprise when a huge glob of ear wax came out. And I do mean huge. (I sincerely apologize if you’re trying to eat lunch and read this at the same time.)
This got me thinking about my marriage. (I know, I am just romantic that way.)
Over the past few weeks, almost every time we get in the van to drive somewhere, Llama Papa and I end up frustrated with each other. For instance, Llama Papa says, “What do you think we should do for Spring break this year?”
“What?” I ask.
“WHAT DO YOU THINK WE SHOULD DO FOR SPRING BREAK THIS YEAR?”
And I say, “What? What were you going to say? You never talk to me. Why don’t you ever talk to me?”
“I do talk to you, but you don’t listen.”
“I’m listening. Tell me!”
“What do you want to do for Spring break this year?”
“Would you please stop mumbling? I can’t understand you when you mumble.”
“Oh, never mind!”
I’m sure nobody reading this can relate.
Honestly, until a few days ago I chalked the whole thing up to Bad Communication in Marriage and started to wonder if maybe we needed some marriage counseling.
I am really good at being right. But like everyone else, I don’t know what I don’t know. I need to keep in mind that things are not always as they appear.
Sometimes we need marriage counseling. Other times, we just need a box of q-tips.