Today I advised Amy that I was going to re-org the Gladware so the space was better used and that the total volume of Gladware was reduced substantially.
Wow. If I suggested I throwing out the children I’m not sure I could have gotten a more rigorous response.
Married people fight. I don’t think that’s a secret. I’m a married man and I’m on vacation. When I’m on vacation all I really wanna do is stuff I wanna do. I’m not attempting to justify or defend it here. I’m sure many viewpoints will differ. That’s cool.
We just fought about Gladware. I’m calling it Gladware but it’s various brands, really. You know the stuff, the plastic containers that we use to keep leftovers for storage or travel. We have too much Gladware. We have two shelves worth in our kitchen. We use maybe a quarter of it. I do the overwhelming majority of the dishes at the house. That is by mutual agreement with my wife. So I’m the guy that has to wash and re-stock the Gladware.
I’m making a stand, dammit.