Fisherhubby tells me that our oldest daughter Keri had a facebook status of "my husband is a 12 year old" the other day.
I wouldn't know what her status was, not being a facebookite myself.
BUT - - - I thought to myself, "Hmmmmmm, THAT apple didn't fall very far from the tree 'cause her MOM is married to a 14 year old!!!!"
Lately as I've been "gently and kindly" trying to point OUT to my 14 year old Fisherhubby that there are better ways to do things that will make our lives run more smoothly - - - you know, like NOT leaving all the coffee grounds plugging up the kitchen sink, or NOT leaving the shaving cream can in the SHOWER where it will make a rust ring, or NOT leaving his electronic toys of which he has a plethora all over the coffee table - - - he has begun saying I have too many "rules."
Oh, this has led to a game of finding all my "rules" and making vast amounts of fun of them.
Suddenly I had an epiphany moment. I remember THINKING back in our early days of marriage that Fisherhubby's mother had FAILED in the 18 years she had him to teach him the simple procedures of living in the same house with another human being - - -
Then it dawned on me - - - I'm TWICE as bad for I've FAILED to train him in those same basic principles and I've had him in my "care" for twice as long - - - 36 years.
He says my "rules" of life are trivial unimportant things and he needs to keep his head clear for bigger things.
I guess bigger things means giant slabs of cheese.
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