I’m bored
I am supposed to be packing, but I do not know what to pack first. Books? Hubby said video tapes. Video tapes? Ok, whatever. I will be submissive and pack tapes because I do not know where to start packing anyway. It is times like these (well, usually anyway) when I can get into the wifely submission thing, because I am quite indecisive. It is a symptom of my perfectionism. “What if I pack the such and such too soon and we need it? What if I pack it wrong and it gets crunched?” The only problem with video tapes is I am secretly hoping for not enough electricity for the TV. Hubby wants the TV. For the most part, I figured God wired us on two ends of the extreme (me wanting to throw the whole TV out the window and Hubby wanting a big screen surround sound “entertainment system” and 900 cable channels) to meet somewhere in the middle? So I am submissive by allowing TV with cable that I periodically cut off. We usually end up with 6 months on, six months off.