Go crazy?
Actually far from it. The TV is out for repairs and our TV-free evenings have been delightful. We been cooking dinner together. Well, the fiance cooks while I keep him company. We eat the dining room table and talk about our day instead of at the coffee table in front of the TV. I’ve even gotten some studying done!
But tonight the fiance went out of town for work and won’t be home until late. Usually I’d take advantage of his absence and watch something he would never watch, like Ghost Whisperer, a guilty pleasure of mine. But without the TV I’m a bit bored and kind of lonely. I think I’ll go up to bed, cuddle with the dogs and get stuck into a Maeve Binchy book.
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The fiance’s work has been a circus lately and he’s been taking that stress home with him. He’s been snippy, unresponsive and annoyed. His attitude over the weekend was less than desirable, but I’d chalked it up to job stress and had given him a free pass…until last night.
Yesterday I cleaned our bedroom from top to bottom. In my cleaning frenzy, the DVD remote went missing. He wanted to watch a DVD and got angry because it wouldn’t work without the remote. We looked everywhere for it to no avail. Then the blame game started. I wasn’t going to take the blame for something I didn’t do and he wanted somebody to blame. So the hunt for the remote turned into a full-on fight. After I tired of the innaneness of it all we got into be and read our respective books in silence, wondering when the other was going to apologize.
The first rule of marriage is: never go to bed angry. In the four years we’ve been together, last night was the first time we’ve ever gone to bed without making up. It was awful. He fell asleep and I stayed up waiting for him to apologise. When his eyes remained closed, I gave up. We both tossed and turned all night. No reaching out to touch each other in lapses of sleep, no cuddling, no touching feet.
This morning he gave a half-hearted apology which I accepted, also half-heartedly. As I was gathering my gym clothes, I uncovered the damn remote. It had been at the foot of the bed the whole time!
After lunch the lady at reception called me to the front. Something was there for me. I wondered what it could be.
At the reception desk was an arrangement of roses and lilies, just for me. What for? Very late birthday present? Flowers from my parents for no particular reason? Thank you from a customer? I was baffled.
It all made sense when I opened the card. It read:
Thank you for finding the remote.
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