I think I am pretty easy going. Ken insists that I have a lot of rules for living.
I confess, in the past I had a few suggestions on how things should be done, but over the years, Iâ€™ve let go of a lot of rituals and requirements that I believed would insure my happiness and make those around me more comfortable.
Really, I am happy-go-lucky, fancy free and tend to go with the flowâ€¦ exceptâ€¦ I do prefer a way we come to and go away from the house.
There is something inside me that likesâ€¦ insistsâ€¦ okay, demandsâ€¦ that we let each other know where are going when we leave the house.
It isnâ€™t like I have abandonment issues or anything and I donâ€™t feel the need to keep tabs on anyone; I just feel itâ€™s polite to say hello when you come home, and when you leaveâ€¦â€¦ just tell me.
(Okay, itâ€™s a rule.)
Now sometimes it isnâ€™t possible to actually tell each other where we are off to, so we have developed a system for this. We leave a note! And because we pretty much go the same places day after day, we have a stash of notes that work and we don’t have to write out a new one every time.
Now I am free to let go of other so called rules, like how to make the bed properly, or wiping the crumbs off the counter, orâ€¦. never mind, those arenâ€™t important.
Just let me know where you are.