Battles and Compromise
So, Liam won the battle and moved the bed. I didn’t get in his way. Sounded too much like work to me. For any doubters, he claims he’s much happier with the situation and now can’t wait to get rid of the old box fan that lulls me to sleep every night. I’m keeping that one. Marriage is about compromise. And everyone knows compromise means the woman picks her battles and lets the man win the rest.
We guys never learn that lesson. We think we win, and that’s good enough for us. You gals are too sly for us. 😀
We’ll need an update on how it affects the bathroom situation. 😉
The bathroom situation will likely be fixed by ripping it off and putting on a new one. So far, the bed move has made the morning rituals easier without removing a single tile from the bathroom. Who knew?
Wow. Liam has some weird Irish mystical powers. *mindblown*
I think he was just happy enough that he “won.”
Awww now Jen, don’t burst his bubble. Let him keep thinking that. That way in Round 2, when you “win” and rip up the bathroom, he’ll still think he’s on top because he won in the Bedroom…*sly wink*
You’re visiting early! I’m excited to host you tomorrow. And the guy knows who really rules the house. It’s no secret.