Our very first day, in our very first home (townhouse, but I can call it a home right?), Brett and I celebrated our three year anniversary. It was on a Sunday (March 13th, I know I'm behind), we'd been moving all weekend and it kind of slipped our minds. Oops.
Until Sunday morning Brett said, "Happy Anniversary hun, I bought you a home. What did you get me?" Funny guy. On Monday, he sent me an email with a link to this article with a note saying, "We made it!"
Apparently making it three years is a big deal these days. The biggest obstacle couples face is called the three-year glitch, and that little irritations become a major issue within three years. So big that it leads to divorce.
What little irritations?
You mean how I don't squeeze the tooth paste from the bottom-up. And I don't clean the top well, so it gets all gewy and sticky and the lid doesn't close right.
Or how Brett insists all dishes "need to soak" before rinsing them off and loading the dishwasher, even if the dishes aren't that dirty.
Oh those. Yeah they are slightly irritating. But we always find a way to laugh about them....eventually.
We are proud survivors of the three-year glitch!
We'll survive 'em all....