Once upon a time Mr. Spreadsheets and I were more romantic.

Well I wasn’t, I’m just not a romantic person.

But once upon a time Mr. Spreadsheets was a long walks on the beach and candlelight dinner sorta guy.

And then… he married me… and I crushed that out of him. 

Tonight we were having a chat about a favorite podcast, and I started to tell him about how our kitchen grout needed to be scrubbed… totally off topic and totally random.

He looked at me like I’d lost my mind… because let’s be honest there are a million and one things that actually need done… this one… doesn’t.

I then proceeded to show him how gross the floor was, tell him about the research I’d done and the plan I had to fix it.

He just stared at me.

I have a problem with the kitchen grout… this has been a problem everywhere we’ve lived.

No joke, I was 8 months pregnant with AsthmaMan on my hands and knees DYEING  the grout in our first house.

The floor grout really bothers me… really really bothers me.

I can’t count the time’s I’ve tackled this issue.

My kids just ignore me at this point.

But it is a mark of true love that instead of laughing out loud, or attempting to talk me off the insane grout ledge…yet again, Mr. Spreadsheets nodded along, and then asked me what he could pick up at Home Depot.

True love goes deeper than holding hands and enjoying the other person’s company.

It means putting up with their insanity even when what you really want to do is take a nap. It means caring about what they care about just because they care about it. It means dropping your stuff to go help another person even though they’re clearly insane.

Who knew that true love involved so many trips to Home Depot!