John and I have a few unsolvable differences. One is the way we put together jigsaw puzzles. He is a No Box guy, and I use all the clues I can get. Looking at the picture on the lid shows me where the little piece with a stripe of red goes. It is hard enough sorting out the water pieces that all look the same. I am interested in making the puzzle, and additional struggle does not increase my satisfaction one whit. He on the other hand considers lid lookers to be cheating. 

 

This probably goes back to roots in our childhoods. I was the youngest, and grew up having everyone baby me. I was the littlest, slowest and dumbest, so it was obvious that I needed a leg up. I expected it. I still have no qualms about asking for assistance. 

 

When I was expecting my first child I probably downed twenty books about nursing, pregnancy, and babies. It was not a substitute for experience, but it was like the mortar between bricks. 

Now I am not opposed to people sleuthing out the answers on their own. If John successfully puts the puzzle together without peaking, Bravo.

 

But if couples are left with a life full of mismatched pieces...