...a week's worth of dirty dishes could be hidden in the toaster oven.
...I could put whatever I wanted to on my pizza - and not share it!
...laundry day was every other week, and I never found stray socks in the sofa.
...my tweezers or favorite blouse never came up missing.
...I spent more time in the living room than behind the wheel of a minivan.
...being snowed in meant doing nothing all day.
...etc., etc., etc.
I do a lot of whining about all of the work and inconvenience generated by the Critters. When I stop and listen to myself sometimes, it sounds as if I'm not very happy with my lot. And though painful to admit, I don't act like it sometimes either.
I got to thinking today: If I don't like the way it sounds when I complain, how must it feel to the Critters?
Despite my grousing, I know they know I love them --- and yes, I do tell them. Every day. And show them to. But do they ever think that I think I'd be happier without them?
Well, just to set the record straight....
But it wouldn't hurt me to act more like it.