For better or for worse is the vow I took when I married B almost ten years ago.  And we have truly seen our share of both over the years.  If I discount life’s great tragedies (as we have been so lucky to mostly avoid them), the “worses” in our lives come down to the difficult periods we experience personally or as a couple.

Besides his constant OCD tendencies and occasional controlling ways (like yelling down to me from upstairs about making G wear a bib), things with B are usually for better.  Unless he is sick or going through a particularly difficult time.

Like preparing for a colonoscopy, which he had the pleasure of doing this past weekend, for a procedure on Monday.  I know first hand how unpleasant the experience is, as I just went through it myself nine months ago.  But, you would have thought that he was the first and only person to ever poop liquid out of his butt.

He complained that the food I was cooking for myself and the kids “smelled too good,”  like I was purposely teasing him.  He woke me up every time he had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, just to tell me about it (“My butthole is so sore I had to use G’s Desitin!”  “Nothing but bubbles came out that time!”).  And he was so grumpy on the drive to the doctor’s office, that he refused to buy me a water from a store into which he was already going.

So, as I casually and calmly drove away from said store, leaving him stranded with no ride to the doctor, I vowed to make sure he understands that while I feel for him when he isn’t doing well, he is not the only person who has ever experienced such things (aka “the world doesn’t revolve around you.”)

And really, prepping for a colonoscopy is not all that bad.  In fact, it leaves you feeling quite light and clean afterwards.

So fortunately for him, I got slowed down by a darn red light and he was able to catch back up, resume his place in the passenger seat, and apologize for his behavior.  I guess sometimes it really does take a red light to make one stop and reassess the situation, as it did for B. 

Now that the poop has settled, I find myself so pleased that he doesn’t have to do this again for another ten years!