Here is one of those life moments where there are no rules, no right or wrong answer. For me, it sums up the contradictions of being an Other Half, doing your best, and talking and listening properly. And, I suppose, just thinking in the heat of the moment.
Last night I had to pop up the supermarket for some razors. Jenny asked me to get Oreo Ice Cream for the superhero sproglets. Now you wouldn’t have thought that I could get something so specific, wrong. But it turns out that I did.
I went to the freezers, and there it was, shining like a beacon in the darkness. A tub of Oreo Ice Cream, ready to be descended upon and devoured by a slavering, raging pack of hungry Alligator-esque 5 year old twins. So in the basket it went, and I set off for home, revelling in my Hunter Gatherer success. I had sprouted very long hair and would return to my cave, where I would invent the wheel. Or knowing myself, reinvent it.
This morning, it transpires that opposite the freezers that contain the Oreo Ice Cream, amongst the children’s Ice Lollies, are Oreo biscuits filled with Ice Cream, which are different. And are the ones I should have bought. So even though I did exactly as I was asked, and got exactly what I was asked for, I was wrong.
Now we are a great couple, who are nice to each other, respectful, and look out for each other. Neither of us mind being wrong. It’s a drop in the ocean, non problem in life, but it is intensely annoying when you do your best with something so simple and are still wrong.
That’s life though, isn’t it? Go back to the start, do not collect £200. It’s a good lesson in observing how life is, obviously it’s bound to happen again as I am unlikely to ask for confirmation about something seemingly so finite and exact. So don’t sweat the small stuff. Inwardly roll your eyes, shrug and move on. You can’t win them all.
But then again, maybe I have. Because, if the kids don’t eat that lovely yummy ice cream, guess who will?!
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