I asked Gary why we fought like animals in Chicago, and why we fight on vacations in general.
"When do we ever fight?" he asked, shocked.
I listed epic fights in Chicago, Quebec, Paris, Springfield. London, until he stopped me.
"In almost every one of those fights we were lost."
He was right. Except for the fight in Quebec when he was just being a pain ("that one's one me," he confessed), we have either been lost or Gary thinks we're lost. We get lost, and instead of letting me check my bearings he insists on charging forward, then I get agitated and we fight.
I really tried to not be lost in Chicago, too. I took Google pictures of the parking garage. I printed the address to Second City. I mapped out how to get to the Cuban sandwich place. Still, every time we got lost.
I suggested that Gary be the navigator. This did not fly. I just need to nail down the navigation thing. Triple A Trip Tiks for every place we go: that's what I need.
I feel good about this. This is probably the first time we've ever identified a problem and committed to work on it.