Spousal Wars

Every marriage has their battles, right? Some big, some small. Some important, some trivial and petty. Dave and I have had our share of things to argue over throughout the course of our marriage. In the beginning, they were very insignifcant issues that would turn into a long, drama filled conflict that could take days to resolve. As we have hopefully matured a bit in our marriage, we have slowly evolved into a more civil way to get through our disagreements. We still have a lot of work to do, but progress is definitely moving into the right direction.


Except for one area.


Harry.


That's right. If you know me you know that I love all things Potter. If you know Dave, you know he despises all things Potter. And all things that fall under the creepy-small-creaturish-things that could have orange skin, pointy ears, or giant hairy feet (I'm talking to you Oompa Loompas, elves, and hobbits). He won't have anything to do with them. At all. Even with prodding, pleading, begging and the offering of incentives, my husband just won't budge. I don't know how we got paired up with this polar opposite view, but we did.

I bring this all up to show you the tiny battlefield that has been going on in our house for some months now. A while back, my dear friend Michelle got me this awesome Harry Potter figurine from a book store that was going out of business. He's dressed in his outfit that he wore in The Goblet of Fire during the Triwizard tournament. I thought it was sah-weet. Being a little naive, I placed my new HP statue on my dresser by my bed, thinking that would be an okay place for such an awesome imaginary guy to live. My husband had other plans- the moment he got home and walked into our room and a resounding "NOOO!!" echoed through the house. The battle had begun. Wanting to keep Harry safe, he would gradually pop up in different places arounnd our house in an effort to hide him from any destruction that could come his way. On the mantle, on the bookshelf.

Tonight when I was cleaning up after the kids went to bed, I realized that this war had more breadth and scope then I ever could imagine. Not playing nice anymore, I saw my dear Harry in the military grasp of some little green hands.

I know, it doesn't look good.

Those green men didn't know who they were up against though, and he was quicky freed from their tiny grasp. I have since hid him in another place, and took a picture which I think doesn't give away his location, but gives you an idea of what he really looks like.

Pretty intimidating, I know.

So far, I believe we are still on the offensive and making good progress. I know eventually my husband will break down and come to appreciate all things Harry as I do. For now though, there is a battle to fight and a war to be won. I'll keep you updated as new details come along....

***Edit: Before I even had time to post this blog, he had been found. Apparently the picture did give away his location. Rats. Some tug of war ensued and there was a brief moment when it looked like he might take a swim in the toliet. After I sacrifically intervened, he was then taken away and submerged into the fish tank. The fish didn't like him at all. He's now resting safetly at the hospital wing and will await his next deployment as soon as I can think of somewhere creative....