I cannot be the only one…who has been mid-argument only to stop and realize that the argument isn’t really about what the bickering is focused on, but rather something else all together. This was the case when the Hubs and I were arguing about the Sonny Boy’s upcoming T-ball schedule.
The Hubs wants Sonny Boy to play T-ball, he needs Sonny Boy to play T-ball, he has enough enthusiasm for all three of us when it comes to T-ball, so he took the plunge and signed Sonny Boy up with the local little league. I let my Hubs know that I was glad to help out with the scheduling, but because of my many other obligations (college classes, work, and keeping them from starving to death) I couldn’t be responsible for taking the aspiring T-Baller to all the required practices. The Hubs was understanding and ready to take on the T-ball season, letting me know that he had the whole thing under control.
Well, if by under control the Hubs meant he would fall back on me for ninety-nine percent of the T-ball obligations, sure, he had it under control. After returning from the first little league team meeting, the Hubs avoided giving me the low down on what the league scheduling was like. He kept himself busy in the garage sweeping up an unrivaled dust cloud and suspiciously feeling the need to do a load of laundry for the next hour or so, until he finally came into the house with a look on his face like the cat that swallowed the canary.
When he decided to face the music and let me know the particulars of Sonny Boy’s upcoming triumph on the little league field, I was dismayed to hear of the amount of commitment he had signed ME up for. After many interruptions by him while I tried to run through the laundry list of all the responsibilities I was going to have move around to make this T-ball career a reality, I realized what was really getting under my skin about the argument....to read what was really bothering me, please visit me at my blog here: I Cannot be the Only One...