You'd think after 44 years, there would be rudimentary communication between my husband and me. A simple clarification would have saved me some stress and embarrassment. It's tax time and we are taking our "records" etc. to an accountant for the first time in years. There are a variety of reasons, the main one being that they might be a little complicated for our usual
method. My files are are their usual mess of bits and pieces and manila folders. They needed to be organized and I was sure my husband had said he was making an appointment for us to meet with the accountant on Tuesday, April 5th. With Monday being April 4th and my normal penchant for working to deadlines, I had an early morning dose of stress as I organized my records. It wasn't that big a deal but I normally procrastinate, so...When I was finished, my husband somehow "communicated" that the appointment would be for April 11th. I was a week ahead of deadline!
In the meantime, I had texted my son asking that he get everything I needed ready for Tuesday, April 5th which involved him scanning and emailing the necessary documents. I had to text him at work to explain he could get his receipts, etc. to me a week later; there was no urgency...except I texted the student I am tutoring. Red face and a text to my son that he actually received.
Communication is key. I'm going to work on it and maybe listening...but, nah.
I've been married a long time and often write about everyday events.