No more Jackass Neighbor obsession. (For now.) I have a home to create and many, many creative passions and outlets to explore. I also have an adorable, eccentric husband who requires almost constant supervision and gleefully breaks every little domestic guideline I try to set up. One violation, in particular, is keenly vexing and has the potential to push me straight around the bend before the year is out.
And what is that? It is a man thing involving the screen door and our deck. And that's all I can tell you. Well, scratch that, I can also tell you that I am sick and tired of discovering that it's been done yet again almost every single morning.
Sometimes I feel I am losing my will to fight. I have fought long and hard to have the house I planned before his arrival, put the process on hold, enacted several failed starts, and have finally figured out ways to keep him happy and have the home I want. Practically everything I have done or proposed be done until this point has been playfully ignored and undone. I have tried everything to figure out why he seems to resent the idea of a nice, but still decidedly eclectic, home. (I did not grow up in a barn, therefore, having to do so at this stage of the game is not a freaking option.) In the end, I've realized that he is afraid that having this will mean he's told he cannot move freely any longer. He resents the concept because it represents pretense, stiffness and, false, controlling "shoulds". And I suspect he's getting back at someone, or something, by perpetuating his insistence upon living in a bloody disaster.
But what I can't figure out is what the hell he has against the deck.
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