One of the things that annoy me most are the sighs and grumbles and under the breath mutterings that say so much with out saying a single word.
Today, I called my husband out on it, he does the under breath grumbles quite often. He used to actually say something picky about it. So maybe this is progress, but whatever-- it bothers me a lot. I am left feeling like I can do nothing right, or good enough, not a good feeling.
Wait--- for this story to makes sense you need context right?
Our house has a hard time keeping track of lids. Lids to juice, to water, to anything--- it will get lost.
Last night husband was in the cupboard and noticed the Tylenol, and he noticed the lid was missing from the Tylenol (of course). He grumbled, grunted, sighed heavily, and with an 'ugh' worthy of a Grand Slam Tennis serve, he shut the door.
I went on with the evening feeling less than, like I could do nothing good enough. Thus the confrontation.
He defended himself saying that he isn't saying anything. I countered that it was not what he was saying it was the message that was being put across.
Anyway, to the socks. He takes off his socks next to the bed. and leaves.them.there. This used to really bother me- I told him so-- that in fact there were his socks on the side of the bed at that very moment and I just had to give it up and make the best of it... not grumble or endure it. That now instead of grumbling about the socks I just pick them up and toss them down the stairs. No harm. No foul. Life goes on.
He had to walk over to the side of the bed to verify that in fact there were socks on the side of the bed- and that they were HIS socks.. Despite walking over to his side of the bed... noting the presence of the socks-- he did not pick them up. Instead he just went downstairs.