The first year my husband and I were married, we argued about everything.
The toilet seat.
Whether the peanut butter and jelly go on the same slice of bread, or if the peanut butter goes on one slice, and the jelly on the other.
Whether the car heater should be on FLOOR or PANEL.
Whether the word is pronounced “affidaviT” or “affidaviD.”
Whether uncooked spaghetti should be broken in half before placing it into a pot of boiling water.
Whether the lawn should be mowed back-forth back-forth or in a reverse concentric path (i.e. round and round starting at the outer edge and working to the center).
Over eleven years, we have learned that the peace and harmony in our home increase exponentially with our willingness to just let some things go. To agree to disagree. To “not sweat the small stuff,” as it were.
As long as we both agree on the right way to spend the money, raise the children, and hang the toilet paper, I figure just about everything else counts as “small stuff.”
(And the right way to hang the toilet paper is OVER. In case you were wondering.)