We go through an insane amount of bananas in our home.
Quite literally, it’s bananas.
Okay, enough of the punny stuff. It really does amaze me how quickly they go. Sometimes my siblings come over and I notice that they, too, seem to love bananas. Must be genetic.
Now, I may live an interesting life, but my breakfast routine is about as mundane as it gets. Each morning I have a simple bowl of oatmeal with a banana. If I feel like splurging, I *might* throw some blueberries on top (it’s rare).
More or less, this is how I’ve started my day for over 20 years. However, we live in quite a remote location. It’s great, but the nearest store is about an hour away. We tend to wait weeks between trips, and buy in bulk when we go.
So, a few days ago, I noticed there were only two bananas left. My wife is nursing a baby right now. I figure she needs these bananas more than I do. So I ate my oatmeal sans banana for the past few days.
The thing is, I woke up this morning and the bananas are still there.
I didn’t count on the fact that, knowing I was on a 20 year banana-and-oatmeal streak, my wife had the same thought I did. She saved the bananas for me.
In my mind, this is what marriage is all about – or at least it should be. It‘s not a one way road. It’s a partnership, and partners look out for each other.
She is better than I in this regard, but at least this time I got it right.
So…what are we going to do with these old bananas?
