You've gotta pick your battles.
Because sometimes, it's just not worth the fight.
Laundry on the floor = battle lost. Holding one eyebrow up and looking at the pile while your husband runs around panicked in the morning looking for clean skivvies = war won.
Can't eat with your mouth over the table so you don't spill food on your clothes after being reminded a million times = battle lost. Making your matchy-matchy son go to school with a stain on the front of his shirt = war won.
Laundry on the floor? Wait, I already said that. Sorry - that's a hard battle not to fight for me.
The Mastiff chooses his battles too. Remember that hand made dog bed I painstakingly sewed for him? Well, you can see from tonight's picture who's benefiting from it this evening. There's probably room for both of them on there, but the mastiff is smart and knows that waking the beast may result in behavior that he would rather not deal with. Kind of like when your toddler (FINALLY) falls asleep in the car after a screaming escapade... as soon as you turn onto your street. Do you wake him up and take him inside, risking the tantrum to start all over again? Or do you lean your seat back in the driveway, close your eyes, and absolutely waste gas while sitting still and getting looks from your neighbors....hey. I don't judge.
Today's pic represents the difference between winning the battle versus the war, and the truth behind the statement, "Don't poke the bear".
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