I’m not talking to my husband.
The problem is that I can’t remember why.
“How can you be mad at a person and not remember why?” he asks in disbelief.
“I don’t know. I just know.”
Which makes about as much sense as holding a grudge for something you can’t remember.
“Did you have another dream?”
~~
There was the time, long ago, when I dreamed that a woman flirted with my husband.
I woke up the next morning and was very upset with him.
“Was she pretty, at least?” he asked.
“This is not a joking matter,” I replied huffily.
“But why are you blaming me? SHE was the one who flirted!”
“Well, you were probably encouraging her!”
“So you’re blaming ME because some woman flirted with me — in a dream?” He asked.
“Yes!”
“But it wasn’t even MY dream!” he protested.
“That’s no excuse,” I pouted.
~~
Now, what the heck had he done this time? I couldn’t remember.
It wasn’t because of The Case of the Missing Ski Sock.
Although, I was pretty mad at the time.
“Are you sure you didn’t put my sock somewhere?” he kept asking. “That’s my expensive ski sock.”
So of course I went looking. Hours later, I’d completely re-organized his very messy closet – but still no sock.
He had learned early on that if he accused me of removing his keys, pen, wallet, cell phone, socks — you name it — I’d go searching till I found the darned thing, right where he had misplaced it. But it took me decades to catch on. Decades. Yes, I’m really that daft.
Now, if only I could recall why I’m mad at him this time.
How can I forgive and forget if I can’t remember?
~~
Dedicated to all loving partners who con their spouses into finding things they’ve lost — and to the loving, crazy people they live with.
Cynthia Reyes 
It’s good to be self-aware and not take ourselves too seriously. I’m glad you have a loving partner to keep you on your toes. 🙂
He does that, alright. As I do for him. Someone has to, around here!
Very good! We both use a stock response e.g. Q. (Prowling angrily round the desk) Have you seen my propelling pencil? A. No, shall I report the loss to the police? (usually gets a laugh and a readjustment of priorities). It is amazing how such things can throw us, though.
I’m going to have to try that reply, Hilary. That’s what I need: a fresh stock of replies for such situations.
Certainly made me smile. And very familiar!
Haha! A scene replayed in many homes, I’m sure….
Oh my! Been there, done that! 🙂
Tee hee!
If you forgot then it probably wasn’t important anyhow. I’m sure there will be times in the future when you do remember, if you’re anything like the average family.
The problem is that by then, I’ll have run out of steam! But I bet you’re right.
Oh Cynthia, how funny! I also do the finding of lost property and I’m sure my family don’t even try to look for things, they just come straight to me just like your good man does to you. I get really angry sometimes but it is often pointless trying to explain why I’m cross as it all sounds so petty and my family wouldn’t understand anyway.
I had such a laugh about you being cross with Hamlin because you dreamt a woman flirted with him!
I hear you, sister. As if you are the repository of lost things…. but when the thing is found, the general relief is so palpable, my irritation dissolves. Until the next time!
Yes 😀
I hate those realistic dreams!
You can say that again.
Isn’t it wonderful to be blessed with such a love.
When someone knows your true heart, it’s okay to be huffy sometimes.
A loving and fun relationship is what I see in your blogs about hubby.
Thanks for the smile.
Ah, Karen. Thank you. It’s a great blessing, and I well know it.
I smiled because I can relate!
Thought you might!
Cynthia, thanks for making me chuckle. Life is good when we’re only in trouble because of a dream. I’ve been on both sides of this one. 🙂
Blessings ~ Wendy
And now you made me smile, Wendy. To be honest, I think I have too.
Cynthia you made my night with this post!! I sometimes get “scrambled” in my anger with Rob because I will be explaining why I should be angry and he will keep saying things like “but you’re beautiful when you are mad” or “I love you” over and over until I can’t remember why I was mad…which is maddening!!
These men must go to the same school for charmingly defusing our irritation at them. I fully recognize Rob’s strategy, my friend. Been on the receiving end of it, just like you!
It did make me smile
Derrick, I’m betting you would never flirt with a woman in a dream, or lose your keys….
🙂 again
Whatever he did, I’m sure it was dastardly . . .
Dastardly, indeed. Even if it was minorly dastardly….
My sister refers to the misplacing of things as ‘the man disease’ I agree,
Tee hee. I thought that was the ‘not-wanting-to-ask-for-directions-when lost’ tendency!
it is a multiple symptom issue
It seems so often that men lose things and women find them. I know that I can get Judy to look for my lost item by stomping around and muttering. Then if she is annoyed, I can say: “What? I didn’t ask you to look for it.”
You’re an honest man, Jason…even if you do have your gig perfectly orchestrated. I guess it’s more fool us women – we always get up and go looking! We should just get up and go for a walk!
Wow! That’s quite a gig for decades:). I need to take a page out of his book . . .
Me too. I’m so daft, it’s never occurred to me to try that same ruse….
Very funny & sweet! Thanks for sharing! 🙂
Ha ha .. I Can so relate to this. Mind you, I’m very good at finding things 😀
I’m glad someone is. Truth is, we’re both bad at it in this home.
This is so funny, Cynthia. I always tell hubby to have a ‘woman’s look’ when searching for something. After nearly thirty years he now says, ‘I couldn’t find it because I looked for it like a man and not a woman, but I’m learning’. 😀
A woman’s look. Aha! I think I’ll try that phrase on my good man.
So that’s why I always get the blame
Hah!
I’ve gone looking for my reading glasses, only to find they are on my head. You are not alone… 🙂
Er… uhm.. I have to admit that I’ve done that too!
Very funny Cynthia – I too sometimes have a dream about my husband and wake up mad at him – bizarre isn’t it?! And your lost sock story reminds me of the greeting card I saw once with a husband and an open refrigerator door. The shelves have dozens of butter boxes lined up and the caption is “Hon, where’s the butter?” LOL. My sister in law says when you can’t find something be sure to consult the ovarian range finder because clearly men cannot find ANYTHING!!
Tina: You made me laugh. Thank you!
I was doing well at maintaining my reputation as finder of all things lost until just the other day. That was when I failed to find the document I was looking for until I had been through every file and box around and hunted through our storage locker – only to finally come across it in the very place I had looked first. Sigh.
As for glasses, and phones – seems I can put them down in the most logical of places and promptly forget where they are.
But my husband still asks me where his things are…
Adorable story and not only did I smile, I chuckled, too!!!