Today I am reasoning with myself about Paul.
When he puts away the muffins, and he chooses from the large pile of gallon-sized zip bags one of the ones I use for muffin mix (visibly coated with white powder) (also LABELED IN PERMANENT MARKER), so that all the muffins in the bag are finely dusted with baking soda and flour and spices unrelated to themselves, does this mean he is blind as well as stupid? No.
When he reorganizes the basement, and now the boxes of handmedowns are in "the order he grabbed them" rather than in order by size, and when in fact he has made TEETERING STACKS of boxes so that if I need the size 4-5 long-sleeved shirts for Edward I first need to lift off FIVE BINS, the top one of which is higher than my head, does this mean Paul is a bad husband and father? No.
When he tidies up by putting a whole bunch of papers into the recycling bin without bothering to glance at what those papers ARE, and when some of the papers are Rob's homework and some are my Dunkin' Donuts coupons, does this mean I should divorce him and file for full custody? No.
When he goes to the store and comes home with weird specialized versions of things we buy in their normal versions ALL THE TIME (golden flaxseed meal instead of regular, large elbow macaroni instead of regular, canned pumpkin pie filling instead of canned pumpkin), does this mean my life is nothing but one long torment? No.
When I come home from the store where I have been purchasing the grocery items they "didn't have" (which are all right where they usually are), and he says, "Oh, I need Tabasco sauce," does this mean the only solution is human sacrifice? No.
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