I can’t think of anything that drives me absolutely crazy at the moment.
Age and experience seem to temper craziness.
Of course there are a whole host of things that drive me up the wall now and then…like
dishes in the sink that could just as easily find their way into the dishwasher…pronto!
being told “I can’t find it”…when it’s right in front of (ahem) his nose
not removing (ahem) his dark-colored work socks before walking around in a house layered in pet hair…and then jumping into bed with said socks still intact
when papers, papers, and more papers lay on the home office floor…for days and sometimes weeks
putting the kettle on to boil water for tea…and then leaving to walk the dog
But then when I think of the things that make me love (ahem) him…like
when he says…”because you’re my precious”
when he calls to ask if he can stop to get anything on his way home from work…every day, rain or shine
when he tells me to stay in bed, rather than get up to fix him breakfast…at 5:30 a.m.
when he lets me sleep in on the weekend…as long as I like
when the dog begs him to walk her…and he does
Forty three years married to the same guy…through sunny skies and turbulent storms…through job moves and house sales/purchases…through ballerina aspirations and dreams come true…through youthful, glowing selves and deteriorating has-beens.
When I survey all that our lives have been together from a perspective of happiness, what “drives me up the wall”…
…doesn’t amount to a hill of beans…
Other Daily Prompts on Perspective at http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/11/20/daily-prompt-perspective-3/