Talking about pet peeves the other day,
and in a somewhat related way kind of sort of but maybe not really about manners yesterday
I thought of something.
This could have easily become a pet peeve
if I had let it.
But where’s the fun in that?
Let me explain.
Texas Guy has, at current count, of those only in our home at the moment, …
13 baseball hats
2 cowboy hats
1 fishing hat
1 hard hat
… and only 1 head.
So, it might lead a person to wonder … with just one head, how many hats do you really need?
shall we take a moment to look at our shoe or handbag collection?
Aaaaah. It makes much more sense now … doesn’t it?!
So, we can’t say a thing.
But, I find his “lids”, as he calls them, lying around everywhere.
One lived in the bathroom for a year.
When he’d get ready to go out I’d hear him say “Where’s my lid?”
He’d give a quick look around, and then just grab another off the hat rack by the door, and leave.
And I would watch that lid ride out the front door atop his head and know I would see it again someday soon,
lying around somewhere
not on a head (unless the children were playing with it)
and not where it belongs, … on the hat rack.
Then, one appeared here,
… hanging by the sink.
Every time I used the sink, there it was,
right in my face,
a reminder that Texas Guy leaves his lids everywhere,
doesn’t put them away.
How’s that for stinkin’ thinkin’?!
As soon as I noticed what I was thinking and did a quick attitude check, I realized …
This lid is here because Texas Guy had done the dishes for me a week or so before.
And I so very much appreciated his help that night.
And right then, I absolutely loved having that lid hanging there.
Eventually, there comes a time (usually when he realizes they’re spread out everywhere and he can’t find them) when he will round-up most of his hats and hang them by the door again.
Even the “bathroom hat” was retrieved.
One day, so was the one by the sink.
I was so very sad.