She lets out a little yelp as she trips. Those damn sheets are falling off her side of the bed again.  She steals a look to see if he’s wearing it. At least she thought she stole the look. He must have caught her. Or maybe he just heard the involuntary sigh that escaped when she saw that he had been wearing the offending robe in bed.

He casts it off and throws it on his stack of clothes in the chair. He’s all smiles this morning. As he heads toward the bathroom, he calls out over his shoulder, “You can’t push a rope!”

She doesn’t want to have this argument again on this morning. She can practically recite it, and she is still tripping on sheets that she thinks might seriously injure her one day. This morning, she just wants to get through her morning ablutions without killing herself and get on with her day. That’s all she has energy for.

She’s tired of trying to make her point. The point that is doesn’t matter whether he thinks he’s directly responsible for the sheets becoming her enemy or not. The point that the only facts she can point to are that when he wears that robe to bed, the sheets collect on her side of the bed waiting to trip her, and when does not wear that particular robe to bed, the sheets stay on top of the bed. The point that she is genuinely concerned for her physical safety and genuinely hurt that he is only concerned with winning his argument. Also, she’s tired of reminding him that sheets are not a rope.

She’s not going to have this pointless argument this morning, because she will have to have too many pointless arguments through the day. Or she will have to listen to pointless arguments. They seem to be all the rage at the moment. She can’t even turn on the evening news without hearing of at least three or four very public pointless arguments. She is completely worn out from these sorts of arguments. Arguments that rest on valid, but irrelevant facts. Arguments that are more about winning than about listening to the other parties concerns. Arguments that are so concerned with denying direct responsibility that they seem to lack any compassion for the other parties’ circumstances.

She is too tired. Today, she is tired of being tired. She’s decided to change the dialogue if she can. She’s not going to argue. She would like to change at least one circumstance for the better. She’s finally remembered that it’s far easier to change what she can control instead of trying to change what she can’t control.

When he comes out of the shower, he’s whistling. She goes to him and gives him a kiss. “I love you. I don’t care if you can’t push a rope. I don’t want to talk about the sheets. I just don’t want to break my neck. I don’t care if you wear that robe or not. I know you like it. But I’m not getting into a bed with that robe. And I’d really like to continue sleeping with you.”

“But you can’t push a rope.” He’s having trouble changing with her. He likes where the old argument ends things.

She looks him directly in the eye. “I love you. I am not getting in a bed with that robe. I can sleep very comfortably in any bed in this house, but I would prefer to snuggle with you. Those are the only relevant things you need to hear. I’ve decided that if I can’t push a rope, then I must draw a line.”

He hugs her tight and gives her a kiss. “I love you too. What do you want for breakfast?” He’s whistling again.