Scientific Arguments… and the Truth.
Dennis and I get into little tiny arguments sometimes. They are usually about nothing. Little things that annoy him, that I do. Big things that annoy me, when he does them.
We were having a little one last night which started because I ask him to shut the bathroom door while the shower was warming up. Julian was sleeping and his bedroom is right next to the bathroom. I don’t know about your guy’s house’s, but my shower is damn loud. Especially when the door to the bathroom is open- the bathroom echos! (I did not want our kid woken up and crying and the whole mess of drama that would come with that. It was 11:30 at night, for pete’s sake.)
Dennis proceeded to explain to me for the next 5 minutes about all the “studies” that have been proven about noise disturbances and which volume scientifically would wake a sleeping child and which would not. Naturally, the bathroom door open while the shower ran was NOT one of these…. where he pulled that information out of… I can give you one guess.
Meanwhile, I am beginning to become exasperated with his explanations and my hands involuntarily begin to rise to plug my ears. Involuntarily, I tell you!
Dennis goes, “Are you three!? Am I talking to Julian?” An incredulous look on his face.
I seriously couldn’t help it. I tried to explain, scientifically, why my ears just couldn’t take any more explanations (and how I would have rather he just go get into the shower.)
Somehow this escalated into cleaning abilities. You all know how that works in a discussion. One thing leads to another and so on. We were not yelling or upset… but he ask me why I was sooo awful at vacuuming? I actually suppressed a laugh inside. That might anger some women… but since I do not vacuum- it did not upset me. Dennis does all the vacuuming- (and immaculately- I must say.) So.. I told him the truth. It’s been a little secret of mine for awhile now…
…and I know all you women feel me on this: I said, “I vacuum sooo badly… so that you will do it, instead.” He snickered and totally thought I was joking. He responded with, “Nah… you’re just bad at it.” Then gave me a kiss to go get in the shower.
Yes, honey. That must be it.
