The Ability to Compromise
I believe I have many positive qualities I bring to all of my relationships in my life, be they with my coworkers, friends, family, or a boyfriend. As we mature we refine our qualities and everyone in our life helps to either buff or hone those qualities as needed.
I think one key quality to any lasting relationship is the ability to compromise. And recently I’ve noticed a lot of compromising going on at my end of the relationship. A few examples:
The Cookie War of 2016
I am a proud mother of two high school kids – a 16 year old boy and a 15 year old girl. They are both active with multiple after-school activities (baseball, softball, band, officiating games, social media, art, etc.)…so pretty normal, run-of-the-mill teenagers.
Until cookies enter the scene. Specifically, Oreos.
Every grocery store trip involves a stop in the cookie aisle. My daughter has always been the one with the sweet tooth but when it comes to Oreos my son is hands-down more possessive about the cookies.
A few years ago their grandparents gave packages of Oreos as stocking stuffers to both my kids. Since then it’s a Christmas tradition – they are guaranteed Oreos in their stockings every year now. This past Christmas was the best haul yet. (The Caramel Apple Oreos were in my stocking and they are the best I have ever tasted!)
A typical sound heard in our home is one of the kids hollering, “Where are the Oreos?” Usually the other one starts giggling, either having hidden the Oreos yet again so they can keep them all to themselves or having already eaten all in the package.
As with any war, escalation was expected. Earlier this week I found war correspondence on the kitchen table.
The struggle is real in our home. Perhaps we can call a temporary truce today of all days.
Got milk?
Spock Squared
OMG, I’m totally geeking out over this Audi Star Trek add.
LOVE IT!!!
J.B. Weld Can’t Help Me Here
Background info: Due to an insensitive prick of an ex-boyfriend my indoor cats of six years became outdoor cats last year. Long story, will get to those rants another time. Also, J.B. Weld and I became intimately related during the Patio Door fiasco of 2010.
Today: The kids and I arrive home and unload ourselves from the car. Trinity heads upstairs when we all hear a very loud, “Meow!” Then I hear, “Holy cow! Mom, Curla is in the house!”
Since it was a gorgeous day we left a bunch of windows open – all of which are fully screened. Looking around I see this:
I tell the kids to stop looking for Cowin since he’s outside enjoying the work of his partner in crime. We boot Curla out of the house and while the kids eat the leftover tacos (leaving me NONE, the turds!) I pull up my big girl tool belt and tackle the screen repairs.
PS: I hope her claws are as shredded as my screen.
You snooze, you lose…
Today I was minding my own business at work when my text notification alerts me.
Tbone: DO NOT PUT THAT PICTURE ON FACEBOOK OR ACCEPT DAD’S PICTURE!
Me: ??
Tbone: Just don’t accept the picture dad is sending you.
(Now I’m intensly curious.)
Five minutes later I get this picture message:
Gotta love how much Trinity is enjoying the chance to humiliate her older brother!
—–Paybacks are hell, though—–