Piles and Golf

It’s kind of amazing that my husband has put up with me for so long. Not only that, it still seems as though he likes me a lot, even though I am such a pain to live with.


Within one hour of D being home…there were little piles all over the house: A pile of pocket contents in the living room, a pile of carry-on contents in the kitchen, and a pile of suitcase contents in the bedroom. But I didn’t nag…that would be too strait forward. I tease, I say something like “hey, did you want to keep this wadded up scrap of paper?” or “ooh are we starting a collection?” or “the lamp in the living room is a GREAT place to keep pocket change, it won’t be a problem at all to dust around it!” I am a pain in the neck, right? I know D well enough to know that I could just simply ASK and he would very happily do whatever I want. I know that the teasing and sarcasm is a little passive aggressive. Yeah….I should probably work on that.

Today, I let him take a break from the HDL (Honey Do List) and we went to the driving range. No, I do not golf, in fact this was only the second time I’ve ever hit a golf ball (besides putt-putt). Today he let me hit most of the bucket…and he was giving me instruction. SCARY.

I am not the best at taking instruction.

I wasn’t always that way though, I listened to my parents…for the most part. I always listened to my dance teacher, directors and choreographers. He is good golfer…why would this be so difficult for me? Well the good news is that we went to driving range holding hands and left the driving range holding hands, and I only snapped at him once. That is success! Forget the times I actually hit the golf ball, only snapping once….that took focus and skill.

Maybe it’s not too late for me…