A LITTLE THING CALLED COMPROMISE

February 14, 2017


    I've sort of been the boss woman in all things involving our house. I picked the flooring, the paint, where I wanted everything to go, and like the awesome husband he is, he got on his hands and knees and installed that floor and painted those rooms. The control freak in me died a little when he made the statement that he was going to pick out the bathroom color. We argued about it for months, until one day, he showed up with paint and it was unlike anything I ever expected.

    Right away, he got to work. Penny's room and the hallway were still very much under construction, but he locked himself away in the bathroom and went at it. I was annoyed. We seem to start other projects before we finish anything. Not to say nothing ever gets finished, it does, eventually. I mean that this is typical Joshua, and when he get's excited about something, he goes all in.

    I hated it. The color was somewhere between green and blue, but depending on the natural light or our terrible bathroom lighting, I couldn't quite tell. It was dark. So dark that my once grey accents no longer made sense. I kept thinking, how in the heck was I going to get ready in this bathroom?

a little bathroom sneak peek!
    He totally knew how much I hated it. I laid on the couch the next morning browsing Pinterest trying to find a way to make it work with the rest of the house. I couldn't get the big, green/ blue mess out of my head. I instantly knew how insane I was being. It really wasn't that bad. It wasn't smurf blue, or burnt orange, and that revelation, made me start to think outside the box of all the things I could add to the room to balance it out a bit and bring back some light.

    The next day, when I came home from work, he had painted the baseboards a fresh white, as well as the once typical 1950's glossy wood window treatment. I could not believe the difference just a bit of white made! I started fantasizing about adding subway tile, putting some shiplap on half of the wall. I could make it work.

    It takes a little thing called compromise. I mean, I feel like that should be such an obvious thought, yet we all tend to get overcome with what we want, and we tend to forget what our partners want. I guess we can write this one under "what we learned in the first year of marriage," sequence of our lives. Homes have a funny way of teaching us life lessons we need to be taught. I can only imagine what's to come.

Happy Valentine's Day Everyone! 


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