For years I thought we had magical dirt in our home; somehow it could only be seen by me. I never understood how it worked, but I assumed the dirt could decide when to show itself and for some odd reason, it decides to only do so when I was around.
It bothered me on a daily base; dirty floors, and carpets, dishes that needed to be washed, shelves that needed to be dusted. It was everywhere, but I was the only one who could take action. It was almost like a curse and I wondered what made so special. Why did the dirt decide to be visible in my presence?
One night, when we were sitting in the living room, I noticed that my husband picked something up from the floor. I held my breath, couldn’t believe my eyes, finally the dirt had decided to show itself to my better half as well. I was overwhelmed with joy.
Sadly, it only happened once or twice afterward, and then it dawned on my… my theory about the invisible dirt had been wrong all along.
I needed answers, wanted to understand how it all worked. I got brave and decided to just ask, “Can you see the dirt?” I asked my husband and pointed around me.
First, it seemed like he didn’t know what I was talking about, but then he glanced around.
“Everything looks fine to me,” he said and then, at that moment, I understood. There is no magical dirt, there is something wrong with my husband’s eyesight; it’s playing tricks on him.
We talked about it on our last girl’s night out and finally -with the help of a few alcoholic beverages- we got to the bottom of it and found the only logical answer.
We believe our husbands are blind as a bat when it comes to dirt. Their eyes just cant’ see what we can see, or maybe the connection between eye and brain has some loose wires.
Anyhow, we are going to fix it. An eye exam is scheduled for next week. I hope they can help him. 🙂