SAY THANK YOU
I spent a good chunk of the evening in the car, fighting rush hour traffic, in order to get my son delivered to his father’s house for the big Spring Break fishing trip to the Keys. When my husband realized how late I would be, he offered to go to the grocery store for me. He took extensive notes about brands, flavors, sizes, etc. I am VERY set in my ways when it comes to products. I like what I like. Once, my husband came home with Vlasic dill pickles, not Claussen. Doesn’t he know the difference between refrigerated pickles and those found next to jars of artichoke hearts and pickled onions? What’s life without the crunch? I mean…come on!
Tonight, after many prior trips resulting in “constructive criticism,” he set out to brave the product search at our local grocery store with his list in hand. When I got home, he had everything put away. While he bought himself some things I would never eat (shelf stable bacon and generic Cheez Whiz), he got all of the items I requested and a few other solid selections. I thanked him genuinely. I wanted him to know how much I appreciated his help tonight. Sometimes we forget to thank the people who help us out frequently. Tonight, I checked the criticism at the door and turned on the gratitude. Maybe he’ll go shopping for me more often now? That’s about as likely as getting me to eat Cheez Whiz on my celery. Pass the almond butter, please!
SAY THANK YOU
I spent a good chunk of the evening in the car, fighting rush hour traffic, in order to get my son delivered to his father’s house for the big Spring Break fishing trip to the Keys. When my husband realized how late I would be, he offered to go to the grocery store for me. He took extensive notes about brands, flavors, sizes, etc. I am VERY set in my ways when it comes to products. I like what I like. Once, my husband came home with Vlasic dill pickles, not Claussen. Doesn’t he know the difference between refrigerated pickles and those found next to jars of artichoke hearts and pickled onions? What’s life without the crunch? I mean…come on!
Tonight, after many prior trips resulting in “constructive criticism,” he set out to brave the product search at our local grocery store with his list in hand. When I got home, he had everything put away. While he bought himself some things I would never eat (shelf stable bacon and generic Cheez Whiz), he got all of the items I requested and a few other solid selections. I thanked him genuinely. I wanted him to know how much I appreciated his help tonight. Sometimes we forget to thank the people who help us out frequently. Tonight, I checked the criticism at the door and turned on the gratitude. Maybe he’ll go shopping for me more often now? That’s about as likely as getting me to eat Cheez Whiz on my celery. Pass the almond butter, please!
