“The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good.” – Samuel Johnson

Sometimes one’s spouse is just…useless. Clueless. Hopeless.

You know the feeling; you’re trying to get thing ready for your parents’ arrival for dinner, and from the living room you can hear the inspiring sounds of the NFL at play.

What do you do? Some use “the method” and make it clear, through slammed cabinets and snapped comments, that it’s not acceptable.

Is this the best way?

I wonder. Perhaps it’s better to accept the situation as it is, and to treat your offending mate with unfailing courtesy. To shoulder the burden by yourself, and not let on that it’s a strain.

It’s hard not to be a martyr.

But in a week…you’ll have forgotten the NFL follies.

Is it worthwhile to lose your cool over something that’ll be forgotten within seven days?

What do you think?

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