Hubby and I get cross-ways with each other a lot, as do many strong willed people. We’re both hard headed. We have significantly divergent opinions about many things. And sometimes, we air out our differences in front of other people. Usually, it’s all in good fun. We banter, we bicker, we roll our eyes. A lot.

We’ve been told many times that we should have a camera crew following us around because we’d make a great reality show. One couple in particular has said they come over to our house when they’re bored and want to be entertained. In actuality, I think they hang out with us because we make them feel better about their own relationship. But I won’t name names. Kirk.

Anyway, in our home, we have this concept called “Team Lee”. When one of us goes a little too far and inadvertently undercuts the other’s position a little too dramatically, one of us will invoke “Team Lee” and that will generally pull the other back into line. Well, as much as we are able to be pulled, anyway.

Basically, Team Lee invocation reminds us that we’re supposed to be a single unit, and supposed to support each other. Let it be said, I’m all for this in theory. But when we start talking about hot button issues like gun control (or lack thereof), I devolve into this:

When I begin talking ad nauseum about breastfeeding, hubby devolves to this:

Marriage. It’s all about learning to compromise.

And more importantly – learning how to tune each other out. 

Happy 9th Anniversary, hubby. There’s no else on Earth I’d rather roll my eyes at. I love you!