Favours between loved ones
One of my favourite blogs right now is The Happiness Project. It’s the kind of blog I really need to sit down and digest - not just skim and then mark as read in my RSS reader - and I’m treating myself to a catch-up session with what Gretchen’s been writing. As always, a rewarding activity:
Love is a funny thing. I would joyfully give the Big Man one of my kidneys, without a second’s hesitation, but I have to wrestle myself for hours to get myself to get a lamp repaired for him.
Yeah, I sure know THAT feeling. I was cleaning our bedroom tonight and thinking, “No way am I going to organise HIS bookshelves before I dust them.” (He organised them - sort of - after I asked him in my usual sweet and patient manner to do so.) But yes, a kidney? No problem.
More importantly, I need to remember this the next time I’m fuming because he hasn’t done some simple thing for me (like, say, organise his bookshelves). I know for a fact that he would give me a kidney, and he has in fact done many huge, lifechanging things for me without blinking or thinking twice about them.
That said, if those bookshelves don’t STAY organised, I’m going to start tearing my hair out in clumps.
(I’ve also read and digested Gretchen’s post on how to be cheerful when interrupted, and all I can say is that I’ve encountered some impossible dreams in my day, but probably none as impossible as that one.)
Filed under: Happiness, Home, Life, Men and Women, Relationships
Organising bookshelves can be one of the most difficult things to do. You move a couple of books, then you stop to read, and then you don’t move any more.
Oh, don’t I know it, Michael. People (me included) tend to move faster, though, when someone says, “Hey, it’s 11PM, I’m getting sick again, my back is killing me, and I can’t finish up here until you’ve done your bit. Mind doing it now?” - or words to that effect.