This morning I started my day by looking at a huge blue blob of shaving cream and some rather large globs of yucky tooth paste decorating my bathroom sink. Not that this was, at all, unusual–actually it’s so routine that I’ve almost become “accustomed to his space”, my husband’s that is.
This is not a tirade, however, about “guy stuff”. I’ve learned to roll with that. Amazingly, enough, it brought about one of those quirky “aha moments.”