My husband John is a brilliant man, one of those rocket-scientist types. We talk about asteroids and volcanoes. He will watch a DVD on math and calculus for fun.
But, God love him, he has that selective memory many smart men have. They know about physics and the elements table, but cannot remember where they left the car keys or how to set the sprinkler system.
Do you remember my search for his iPod?! The Things My Husband Has Lost!
While I was gone, he had to call an electrician. He ‘helped’ the electrician as they searched for the cause of the problem, which was in my writing room. To allow access to the outlets, John cleared away all sorts of folders, binders, and assorted works-in-process.
Consequently, I have been searching for stuff for days. Most important among those items was the Christmas cantata music our choir is practicing.
Man. I tore apart every possible spot, every logical location that he might have placed my music tote bag.
Man. I tore apart every possible spot, every logical location that he might have placed my music tote bag.
Huzzah. That which was lost has been found. John put the tote bag in with all the other re-usable totes we keep, in a dark corner in the kitchen.
His response when I found it? “Really?! In that corner? That’s really funny!”
Funny? Not funny. However, John lives to teach another day.
What about your spouse or partner? Do you struggle with the urge to scream?
