I was thinking about compromise this weekend.

Oddly enough, I also just turned on a episode of Sex and the City where Carrie is thinking about the same thing.  We’re so alike.  Except that in that episode she gives in to Aidan and goes with him to his cabin and I’ve yet to give in to that request.  And except that I would break an ankle if I wore any of the shoes she owns.

I won’t even pretend to be any kind of relationship expert.  I legitimately fear that one day Joey will come to his senses, realize how whiney, dramatic and demanding I am and move on, but I do know one thing, and that’s that in any successful relationship there has to be compromise.

This means giving in and just watching a scary movie spoof instead of an actual scary movie if your girlfriend is a big baby not into scary movies.

It means one of you carves mouths and one of you draws eyes.

It means giving in and going up to Blackhawk if your boyfriend really wants you to, even if the whole gambling thing is sort of lost on you.

It means waking up before the sun to eat breakfast with your boyfriend’s grandparents even if sleep sounds really really good.

It means sharing the oven when one of you want to bake pumpkin seeds and the other wants to bake cookies.

It means one of you does the laundry while the other does the dishes.  And taking turns unloading the dishwasher, because that’s clearly the worst housekeeping job.

It means giving up the TV for the Cowboys game even though your Sunday Sex and the City marathon is on.

It’s listening to Fantasy Football talk or a recap of a conversation between your mother, your sister and yourself, without complaint, even if you truly and honestly don’t care.

It means eating brussel sprouts and sweet potatoes when you’d probably prefer ice cream with a side of American cheese and beer.

At least we can agree on a few things.

This fish was delicious.  The Perks of Being a Wallflower is a great movie.  Voting is important.  The weekend is never long enough!

Hope you all had a wonderful weekend!