Tape is a horrible substitute for communication

When you're married you realize that you and your wife grew up very differently. To be sure, you were most likely raised in the same country, with the same basic education, maybe even the same taste in movies, music, etc. although there are plenty of exceptions to that. However, there are hundreds, maybe thousands, of 'insignificant' methods that we grew up with that are polar opposites from our spouse. Allow me to clarify. My wife and I have two jars of white-colored sandwich spread in our house. They are made very similarly. They have almost identical packaging and you can find them next to each other on the grocery store shelf. Yet if one of us puts the wrong one on our sandwich, it renders it inedible. This brings me to my next point. The consumate conservationist, or creature of habit depending on who you ask, I like to reuse the same cup from day to day. This is a method I developed at a young age and it makes as much sense to me as eating leftovers, toilet paper going over the roll, or calling macaroni and cheese -- "cheese noodles." Unfortunately, as procupreusing as I am, my wife is equally anticupreusing. She has no problem with using a different cup every single day. Sometimes twice a day! This didn't really become an issue, per se, until our nanny started using my favorite kind of cup. I swear water tastes better when summoned from the delicate grasp of this holy goblet. My stash of eight has also been raided for heating baby formula, another lowly purpose in my estimation. Consequently, I have on recent occasion come to find myself drinking out of an inferior demitasse as the store of suitable vessels has been depleted. My frustration grew from day to day until yesterday, I decided to place a cup on top of the refrigerator, in a conscription-free zone. Later, when I came to use it, I found that my efforts to preserve my cup's freedom from the dishwasher had been twarted. Emboldened by this apparent coup d' etat I grabbed a foot-long piece of scotch tape and a new cup, securing it firmly in its predecessor's spot. It wasn't until later, while trying to use the cup and find a way to preserve the adhesive tether that I realized my own stupidity. I looked at myself and my effort to fight for what I wanted and just how silly I looked with a twelve-inch piece of tape hanging off my elbow while drinking a glass of water. It made me realize how far I haven't come in my ability to communicate instead of fighting for what I believe in.