This might be getting personal, but how many toothbrushes do you have in a cup on your sink? I have two. One for my teeth; the other for my eyes. (Yes, I brush my eyelids now that I’m past the age where the night sand just rolls right out the corners.) My husband has nine toothbrushes! Every few months I count them and we discuss which ones he really needs. “But toothbrushes are herd animals!” He protests. We laugh. Eventually, a few of them drop out of sight. These are the little things that make a marriage either annoying or entertaining. After thirty-two years, I’ll take entertaining any day. It’s my choice.
“Choice” is the operative word here. Whether we like one toothbrush or ten, or stack our dishes in the drying rack or lay them out on the counter before putting them away, there will always be little things to annoy us. When we are tired or stressed, it’s harder to find humor in the moment, but if we are truly present, we can turn almost anything into fun or funny.
What are your coping mechanisms?