The Sweet Husband

What Makes People Crazy

Sometimes it's either that I get really sensitive, or the sweet husband gets really insensitive, most of the time I am truly not sure which is which, but since we normally end up laughing about it, I decided years ago that I'm not going to keep score.

Todays bit of insanity in the Wilhite household concerned mental illness. The SH wondered aloud why my child was mentally ill. His children aren't mentally ill, what made mine be.

I took that as kind of insulting, although in my heart I know he just feels comfortable asking me questions about things that puzzle him.

Sooooo, anyway, I said, only a certain amount of crazy is given to any family, the head of the household gets some, and the kids get some. If your children have none, you hogged it all. My child on the other hand got the lions share, so I ended up with very little.

Into his thinking position he goes, recliner up, legs crossed, hands behind his head, eyes closed, in a few minutes he said, I'm not saying anything because I haven't thought of it yet, but when I do, I believe it will be good, and you are going to regret thinking of that so fast.

Probably so, big boy, but not yet.