Am I left holding the bag ... again??

The other day, I started out of the house using a Spice Tonight canvas bag to tote around my MacBook. My husband reacts ... "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" I ask, what's the big deal? We debate for a moment, and I can tell as his composure becomes more tense there is no convincing him that my benign advertising of an adult sex toy/video emporium is okay. So. I turn the bag inside out, repack my shit and ask "Better?"

Fast forward to this morning. I see my OTHER Spice Tonight canvas tote (they must have had a sale that day) as it was left in the back seat of my car, stuffed with a beach towel, goggles, a damp bathing suit and other assorted necessities for an afternoon swimming at the Y. My tweenage daughter forgot to bring in the bag. She also forgot to turn it inside out!

And what of "the best laid schemes .."

I remember as a kid, the hundreds of times when my father would go into silent mode. It was either due to a fight with my mom, or simply being generally pissed off about his current situation (job/bills/life). Sometimes, this would last for weeks. We would all be walking on egg shells, although I  think my mom sort of welcomed the break from having to interact with him. Then, always, there was something that triggered his re-emergence. A call from someone he liked, Christmas Eve, an especially funny episode of All In The Family ... and he would be back to his normal self, as if the snubbing of his entire family never happened. No apology, no nothing. Move on and never mind. I remember feeling so happy when that moment arrived. Looking back, it was fucked up. Yet, to this day, I love him to pieces. And I think I understand it, or at least can rationalize it on many levels.

Life can be tough, but sometimes marriage is tougher.