As you wish

As you wish” says Darling while shaking his shoulders. It didn’t bother me, at first, when I would ask him if he’d prefer me in my black dress ou my pink jeans, but when I ask him if he prefers going to Cuba to swim with the dolphins or discovering Bangladesh and his answer is “as you wish“, the awful truth hits me: we’re an old couple!

He doesn’t listen anymore
When I ask him if I should take Sherlock (our 11 year old cat) to the vet or to see a cat shrink because of his lack of energy, he pretends to listen to me while playing his car game on his Ipad “as you like“. The same thing when I ask him if he wants to eat thaï or lasagnas, to buy a car or a flat. And when I talk to him about it, he says he knows me by heart and apparently knows what my answer will be… I think we would know if men were psychic…

According to him, we perfectly know each other  listen
I just want to yell at him how mysterious I can be with my little secret garden and how it still happens to me to grow things there but he wouldn’t hear me: apparently, I have no inner monologue… But I do have secrets, plenty even! Like “how to be mad to my boyfriend for 24 hours straight“…
I ask him: if we know each other so well, aren’t we going to get bored at some point? His answer? Guess… While watching the Tour de France and playing on his Ipad: “as you wish“…

As I wish?
Instead of getting mad at him each time he pronounces that sentence (at least once an hour), I better do something about it! Yes, since it’s all like I like, I will do what I like. Wearing my favorite yellow outfit when I’m as pale as a white yoghurt and look like a walking dead? Done. Eat my desert before the main dish? Delightful! Book our next holidays to Bangladesh? Check. He lifts an eyebrow. Ah, there he is: Darling is finally awake…

Complementarity
He looks at me, seriously, and tells me the fact the doesn’t take a decision isn’t about the age of our couple or that he doesn’t care. It’s just that we’re so complementary that he knows he’s going to be glad of the decision I make, no matter what. “Men’s mind is so much simpler.”, That, I can believe, and most of all, I’d be glad to trade anytime! But until then, we’re still going to Bangladesh next year… if I like!

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If only I were Mary Poppins…

If only I were Mary Poppins…

Ready or not, here I come! Plane tickets: check. Cat-sitter: check. Gas cut off: check. Neighbors informed of our departure: check. The only thing left to do: close my luggage! Because if it’s easy for Darling to close his with 3 boxers and 2 pairs of socks, it’s a totally different story for my little self.

valises 1Well, little…
I’m kind of tall so it’s not my fault if my clothes take so much space. I envy my collegue’ s luggage, who’s 1m50 and manages to dress up classy wearing Zara Kids! If only I were smaller… And, I need to have the choice once I’m on vacation, just like every woman. I’m not a Barbie, even if Mother Nature made me quite girly. I just like to know that if I’m too warm, too cold or if I just feel like wearing orange instead of blue: I have the choice!

I keep on trying…
I keep on believing I will end up closing my luggage. I put all my heart in it: I fold my clothing, re-fold and even roll them up but it just wouldn’t close! That’s when Darling tells me to take out some cloths. Time just stoped………….
Is he nuts? Does he want me dead? I start justifying every single clothing I have in the suitcase, one by one. The beige top only goes with my brown jeans, which this one accords itself perfectly with my white t-shirt which… Darling stops me. He explains that I should count one clothing a day, the rest is unnecessary- apparently.
Reluctantly, I start counting: we’re leaving for 10 days… So one, two, three, four… But, do I have to count per piece of cloth or per set? He gives my THAT look, I keep counting…

The choice
I would love to have Mary Poppins’ bag. I’d put my whole wardrobe in it and so much more: my whole house even! Just like a little girl from whom was asked to choose between her two favorite dolls, I start choosing between my black and white dress or my turquoise one, between my red t-shirt or my brown cardigan, between my… Too much torture. “Darling, you choose! I can’t anymore“. Of course, he says take this one, I take the other… .2The same for the whole luggage… I would almost cry to think of leaving half of my wardrobe alone in this flat. These shoes needed as much vacation as me…

Once there…
I wasn’t mad against Darling, even though he made me choose, but against the situation. Once at the airport, I felt silly not to think about taking a second suitcase. Ok, not only is it expensive but I’m not Kim Kardashian visiting Paris for three days neither. And after all, Darling was right: not only is it 30° at destination but I haven’t used half of my suitcase…

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