I think it's time for a little Chronicles.
Because I write about marriage, I read A LOT about marriage. I subscribe to marriage blogs, read marriage books, etc. I have to tell you sometimes reading other's advice, well, it's just too sickening sweet.
I ran across a blog post recently that just made my eyes roll. (I promise the post wasn't written by anyone I know or that you know) But, I just wonder if sometimes you stop in here and Dineen and I appear to have everything put together and we are all enthusiastic and ..... thus sickening sweet?
Well, I can assure you we DON'T, have it all together that is.
Ahem, well at least I don't.
Yesterday my husband returned home from work. At 8:30 p.m. This is his normal time. He is nearing the end of his project and it's crunch time. He logs sixteen hour days frequently.
He came in, I offered him dinner I prepared. He declined. I fumed.
Next, I found him in the bedroom just lying across the bed.
"What's wrong?" only a slight concern in my voice. Remember I'm still ticked about dinner.
"I had a really rough day at work."
"What happened?" I question.
I listened as he explained his disappointment. Now did I rush to him and say, Oh Honey, It's going to be alright?
I launched into a kind of lecture about corporate protocols. Then followed that up with a dose of, "You should do this, this, and this."
I sound like a guy!
Well, I'm sharing this with you because I'm keepin it real. Oh, how I wish I could take back last night and do it differently.
One amazing thing is my husband is so forgiving. I walked up to him in the kitchen this morning as he was pouring coffee. I couldn't speak a word. I put my arms gently around him and just held him. His arms came around me.
I whispered, "I'm sorry."
He smiled down at me, "It's okay."
Note to self: If my husband has a bad day, he needs a hug, not a lecture.
Happy Friday, I'm off to Las Vegas to visit my son. I'm going to meet his girlfriend's parents. I sure hope they know I'm a little zany. I don't want to frighten them. *grin*