You Drive Me Crazy!!!

The more children I give birth to the more my husband gets on my nerves. Don't get me wrong, we are totally and completely in love. I really, really believe that he's the most important person in my life. I believe that he believes I come before the children. The feeling is reciprocated. I believe he is smart and strong and will work until his hands bleed to feed his family. I believe I married a good man.

I also believe he is sometimes a jerk. He doesn't always understand me even though he usually tries. He is not mushy. He will not write me a love song or recite sonnets. (Which, I probably would not want anyway so we're good.) He doesn't cook me three course dinners--he barbeques. He brings home roses. I hate roses...I much prefer sunflowers and daises and lilies. He leaves his stuff all over the house. I can't stand when he leaves his heavy coats on the furniture as if the couch is a coat rack. I hate picking up socks.

The children, the boys, are our one common goal. We do not over-ride eachother's decisions. If I say no it's no. And if he says yes...well I will try my hardest to keep my mouth shut. I really, really believe that it is his responsibility to teach the boys how to act like grown men. It is Robert's responsibility to teach them that the toilet seat stays down, the shoes come off before you reach the carpet, that Mama needs to walk in the door before them. Penises in the back. Vaginas in the front.

Robert does all of this. He teaches the boys all the good things. But, he is still sometimes an asshole. But, I'm sometimes a bitch so I guess we're even.