Things marriage has taught me pt 36

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…)

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7 Responses to Things marriage has taught me pt 36

  1. Becci Brown says:

    Haha, this is brill!
    Nom nom nom. Lindt Bunnies rock my chocolate obsessed world. And I only share as a method to save me from myself…

  2. Judi Hangen says:

    These are good things to know since I will be combining two households next year with 4 grown boys!

  3. Circus Queen says:

    This made me laugh. Yes, these little differences… L’s parents gave us a massive “Happy Easter” chocolate sign each. Since Liam and Shal were with us this Easter, I gave them mine and opted to share his. I think he was a bit surprised too! And then I was surprised that he was surprised!

  4. Tanya says:

    That’s hilarious – we are EXACTLY the same! I get very territorial over Easter eggs (usually because I save mine and Jon devours his) and I remember feeling baffled when his family came to stay that they would willingly take out one of their Easter eggs and share with the whole party. Don’t know what they thought about the fact that mine never entered the communal pot…

  5. H says:

    I hear you – won’t be a suprise that we were territorial, what I find very suprising (and utterly heartwarming) at the moment Jim isnt – the expectation that he will share means that he unwraps his kinder egg (or whatever) and immediately gives half to Jenny. Am hoping she will follow this awesome example and follow suit (tho the girly impulse to NEED choccy is already apparent!) and am trying desperately to model the desired behaviour… well in theory (although raiding their stash then ‘sharing’ might not actually count…)

  6. Roz says:

    As for the no books at the dinner table rule, this Arnold family may be revisiting that rule as we finally caved this evening to get the boy to sit long enough to eat his dinner and not be distracted by the hockey being played outside. For each mouthful eaten a page was turned and we read about earthmovers and jets – at least its vaguely educational (a naive attempt to ease my conscience)

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