I feel as though I have returned to preschool, learning a lesson about sharing toys or crayons with my fellow students. Instead, I am learning to share all sorts of things with my beloved husband. And it doesn't make it much easier to share just because I love him.
Things I have to share with my husband:
* the couch
* the remote control
* closet space
* chores (I think I'm ready to switch, I'll empty the trash & recycle, he can do the laundry!)
* socks (when aforementioned laundry has not been done in a timely manner.)
* Adidas sweat pants (I'm not sure we share anymore, he wears them all the time now.)
* space in the medicine cabinet
* the camera
* holidays with eachother's extended families
* the bed (why does it feel as though he is always sleeping in the middle?)
* a toothbrush (occasionally when we travel... its better than enduring the morning breath.)
But today my husband tried to make me share something new...
my contacts!
After my shower I went to put my contacts in so I could see the world clearly and to my surprise my contact case was EMPTY! This normally wouldn't be such a big deal, except I am now using my last pair of dispoasable contact lenses. I checked my eyes just to be sure I did not sleep in them last night. Then I found Mark's contact case.... low and behold his contacts were still there but he had already left for work. I called him to say he was "wearing my contact lenses".
M: "Are you sure?"
G: "Can you see clearly?"
M: "Well, do you need them?"
G: "YES, I need them. They are my last pair. Can you come home to return my contacts and put in your own?"
Thank you husband. What's mine is yours... except for my contacts!
