Playing a game of give and take

Fule for Thought

 

Marriage is a constant game of give and take,  of compromise, and like many men, I once had my own closet in our bedroom. 

We have two decent sized one … a ‘his and hers,’ you might say. Slowly, over the past 14 years at our house, my closet space has dwindled. 

First, my space went from top and bottom racks down to just the bottom. The explanation I got, was “you don’t need all that space for your clothes.”  

I should have caught on then, because that sentence was contrary to her later ones like, “I don’t have anything to wear!” 

Hmmmmm … if you don’t have anything to wear, why am I down to the bottom rack of the closet? Anyway, I’m now down to a small section of the lower rack in my old closet.  It’s about two feet wide, kind of like a condo in Vancouver!  

I jammed some shirts there and have moved most of my things to my son’s now empty closet. That’s okay though, it’s like I’ve gone back to my Hungarian roots in ‘the old country’ … I’m like a gypsy … my clothes are stored everywhere.

I did have to move out for awhile though … I developed sleep apnoea. I’m ‘huskier’ than I was in our early marriage years, and slowly developed a sleeping problem (anyone would have a sleeping problem when your wife is holding a pillow over your snoring face!).

Now I have a sleep mask to stop the snoring, and to get more oxygen to my starved brain. It’s a neat mask … like a jet pilot’s! I thought it would be great for us … we could play ‘jet pilot and flight attendant’ … or something … anyway … I’m now out of our room for awhile … but I do have a bigger closet!

(“Fule for Thought” is a slice of life humourous column that will appear in the Strathmore Times, written by long-time resident, town councillor, high school teacher, coach, husband and father of two – Pat Fule. If you would like to get in touch with Pat, you can send him an e-mail at Pat.fule@shaw.ca)