Marriage throws up a number of amusing problems to overcome in ones new life together. A massive one is adjusting to each others family traditions/quirks/strangeness (there was a whole section on it in our marriage prep course- clearly serious stuff)
You know the things I’m talking about- those things that you think are universal and then find out later in life actually are unique to your family. I discovered some of these things before marriage of course. It was with great surprise that I discovered that not every family had the no reading at the dinner table rule, clearly not all families spent all their time with noses in books and needed encouragement towards social interaction at dinner time. It also took my brother and I a long time after getting our own cars to realise we could buy petrol that wasn’t from a Shell garage, after my Dad’s slight obsession with Shell providing the best, cleanest petrol. You get the picture…
This Easter was another opportunity for Husbandface and I to unearth one of these quirks. I come from a family that is extremely territorial over Easter Eggs (looking back I’m sure that this is because either my Mum or I would have chomped our way through the family supply of chocolate on Easter Day if we hadn’t been). We each had our own stash of Eggs and we kept to it. Mum’s would go on Easter Day, mine would be next and my brother and Dad would hold on well into the week after Easter.
My parents came to Easter lunch with us this year, Mum bought us two identical rabbits. I immediately assigned them in my head, one for me, one for Husbandface. Later that night he brought out one rabbit from the kitchen for us to share (share?). I wondered if this was his rabbit he was sharing with me (leaving mine intact for later consumption mmmm)… I wondered if it was mine, was I expected to share mine? (but it’s my chocolate…) Should I get the other rabbit out and we could pick from our own individual rabbits? Husbandface came to the rescue and laughed at my dilemma, he then kindly pointed out that maybe, just maybe we could share both rabbits. Crazy man.
(I’m finding it hard right now not to monitor the consumption of the remaining rabbit just in case he gets more than me…I think I need help…)