An object in somebody's eye

"Nobody's perfect."  I've heard it so many times.  The problem is, we think that we are close enough to perfection, that we can hold our husbands to that perfect standard.  That verse in Matthew comes to mind... you know, the one about the log in my eye and the splinter in someone else's.  I have to be reminded of that.  Inevitably, I find myself, picking at something in his eye (so to speak), when I have something in my own.  And, I THINK that the object in mine is much smaller than the object in his.