Insidious Adaptation

Toilet seat? Is that really a thing?  I have not had to worry about a toilet seat placement at any point in my life. I have not been corrected, but maybe one time. One time, most recently, my wife reminds me that I need to leave the seat down so our daughter can get up on her own to pull her little seat on top of the adult toilet seat and prevent her little cheeks from falling in the water. One time.  Arguments over money? Like, blaming the other person? Like, complaining that they are using it all?  Any discussions of finances on my end has never been on where my wife spent money. There have been a few between us about career choices, decisions, new jobs, and what this meant for bills, however accusations have never been my forte, nor have I ever felt that from her.  Blame, resentment, despise, contrite...you exist with those feelings?  Why the heck would I have married someone who I would hold a deep resentment for? Why would I want to be wi...

(beep) (beep) (beep) Hurry, where is that button, I don't want to wake the house up.  My first thought of the day is about how I inconvenience the others in the house. My wife lays sleeping next to me even though I would assume she heard. My daughter in the next room, sleeping, as indicated to me by the lack of a lit-up screen notifying me of her every move. I check the phone. The light of the screen pierces my eyes. An abrasion that my logical mind reminds me is bad for me. Nonetheless. Jeeze, she moves around so much. My thoughts as I look to the notifications stacked on my screen from throughout the night. I sit up on the side of the bed, say my prayers for the day and a brief thought enters my head of how if my wife did wake up, she would see me just sitting here, probably looking still asleep. Or, maybe she knows by now. As the feet hit the floor, the debate is over. I am up now. The thick carpet supports my sore feet. The muscles in the legs all get the...