In and Out

I've been working really hard on taking deep breaths so I don't freak out.

We all know that I love MC, right? It's established that I think she is great. So helpful, kind, sweet and so on.

BUT she drives me crazy sometimes.

In addition to the "no blowing your nose with the toilet paper rule," now I am not allowed to do laundry without her here.

Right after I woke up this morning I put a load of whites in to wash. In my groggy, just woken up, somewhat confused stupor I accidentally set the washer to "colors" instead of "whites" to wash my whites. She saw this and dramatically explained to me the error of my laundry ways and proceeded to give me this latest rule. Mind you, my whites came out just fine. The water was just colder, or hotter, or something. But it worked out and no damage was done.

After politely saying that I would no longer do laundry unless she was around, she then opened the fridge and pointed out that I had purchased fresh mushrooms. You can see the obvious problem, right? I told her yes, I did buy them. She explained to me that they don't last long. I responded saying, yes and that I knew they would eventually spoil but that I planned on eating them {because that is why I bought them. To eat}. Then she said I should just buy canned mushrooms. I told her I like to eat them fresh on my salad and what not {is that so unheard of?}. The reaction that followed clearly showed me that eating fresh mushrooms was a wild and crazy idea. I've never seen someone's eyebrow raise so highly over fresh mushrooms. She almost went into shock. This is why I can't eat in front of you Marie-Claude! It's a constant commentary of what, how and when I eat. I know food is important to the French, and that she is trying to take care of me, but it gets old hearing something said about every single meal I have. I just want to eat fresh mushrooms!!

But, after all of that, I still love her and am grateful for her. I just have to remember to breathe.

-M