The Crankee Yankee and I often like to combine our errands, so we go together. He will want to go pick up supplies for the house or something similar; I will want to grocery shop or something similar.
However, while my personal preference is to eat first and do errands later, his is to do errands first and eat later. If I am hungry, I not only forget about some of the things I need to do or buy; but I tend to get cranky. (After 16 years of marriage, you’d think he would remember, but you know how that goes.) He’s like a pitbull on a pork chop; business comes first, then he can relax enough to sit down and eat.
This is one of the things that happens in a relationship. You hit these mini-walls from time to time with each other, and you can either keep bumping your head against them, or just decide to just go with the flow.
People like me find peace and comfort in routines. Before I go to bed at night, the dishes are washed and put away, the coffee pot is ready to go first thing in the morning, laundry is done and put away, the cats are given their dinner and fresh water, and then I do my skincare routine (before I get too tired to do it at all and wake up feeling too crusty for words!).
I learned to keep a granola bar in my purse, and also a book. This works while I wait in the car for the Crankee Yankee to do his thing; I have something to eat and a good book. It isn’t a question of “let’s do things my way,” it’s more like what makes sense and saves time.
When Dad was living with us, he often talked about marriage and how you decide on who does what and why. He said that he and Mom would put their heads together, and which ever one came up with a workable solution, that’s what they did. It wasn’t a case of ‘my way’ or ‘your way;’ it was just what made the most sense at the time.
Besides, knowing the Crankee Yankee as I do, I know that he feels more like having a nice lunch once he has taken care of what he needs to do. I get it, and I know that the world won’t end if I drop a few of my routines now and then. Besides, lunch is much better with a happy Crankee Yankee than a cranky Crankee Yankee.