And the Two Become One … Yea Right!

At marriage the two become one. I don’t buy it. I think the Two become Children the age of Two. And proceed to hash out their boundaries similar to kids in a school yard. You have to grow up all over again. Extremely difficult if you never grew up the first go round.

It goes like this – OoooOO ..let’s see what I can get away with. Let the games begin.

If I pull your hair will you kick me? You broke my rattle, I hate you! I’m tired, leave me alone or I’ll cry and rub snot all over the sofa. That’s mine, mine, mine! Don’t touch it. That’s not fair, you got more cheesecake than me. Don’t talk to me, you didn’t share your toys. You took all the covers. Did not. Did too. If you do that again, I’m gonna to tell your mother! I don’t want to go, you can’t make me. Oh yea? I did it last time, it’s your turn. No it’s not. Yes it is.

7 responses

  1. You’re not the boss of me and you’re not so big!

    1. Yea that’s the way to tell them!!

  2. Hehehehe – I like it! Very astute observation! I had a husband once (not the MAN I am married to now) who once had a conversation with me that went like this (we were travelling with friends, packing up to move on in the journey):

    Me: “Have you finished with the toothbush?” (I was trying to pack)
    Him: “I’m not cleaning my teeth.” (WTF????? )
    Me: “So we have to put up with your smelly teeth travelling?”
    Him: “I’m not a child.” (You could’ve fooled me)

    1. “I’m not cleaning my teeth” ???? EEEEWWWW I would helped him pack all the way to curb and changed my looks.

      1. The same weekend he told everyone he was going to have a great party when I died, on my superannuation. Definitely was getting close to the end (the marriage) by then I think. He was a man with a very troubled childhood and to a certain extent I think he stayed locked in that childhood.

  3. LOL I agree with you. But when you’re home already you can’t. We’re forced to cope. ***sigh***

  4. Sweet Lord, reading this made me so glad my kids are past the “snorting up the sofa” stage. Husband, too, although his sense of humor remains juvenile. Marriage is an adventure, all right. Some days ya just wanna take your toys & go home.

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