scenario:

husband gets home from work.  husband had a great day, gets awarded elite technician (so proud of him, by the way).  husband is awesome.  husband does the dishes after dinner.  husband props his feet up to watch a show (well-deserved). 

i call for him after about a half hour to help the kids and i round up the last bit of toys.  husband immediately complies.  husband is awesome. 

i start barking off commands like, “make sure you put all the blocks with the blocks, and dinosaurs with the dinosaurs”, and, “put those big toys in their bedroom” (i failed to be specific as to exactly where my annoying self would like them–important detail.).  after about ten minutes, we had the house back to looking like a home instead of a pre-school.  bam!  husband is awesome.

okay.  now that i’ve set up the scene, here is where i turn into such a horrible human.

i walk into the kids’ room to grab pajama’s, and i notice those big toys that i mentioned above, just sitting in the middle of their bedroom.  totally out of place.  and for some reason, it flew all over me.  it actually made me so mad, in fact, that i looked at the toys, gritted my teeth, shook my head in complete disbelief that he put them in the wrong spot.  oh the nerve of  him to try and be helpful and not meet my picky standards.  the nerve i say.

then the silent questions that make absolutely no sense started chugging in my brain.  i began firing those questions to myself only:  how could he?  doesn’t he know that they go in the walk-in closet–two feet from the spot he left them?  how hard would it have been to walk two more feet?  oh i’m pissed.  he hates me, doesn’t he?  what…is he stupid or something?

told ya, horrible human.

this is the part i take all my irritability (over my helpful husband putting something in the wrong place) and verbalize myself.  i half-hang, half-stretch my neck out the bedroom door, and sarcastically state, in a very aggravated tone, “really babe, was it really that hard to put those toys in the closet where they belong?  why didn’t you put them where they go? i just wanted to grab their pajama’s, not clean some more?  GAH!!”.

and he softly states, “i really had no clue where they went.”

and without a second thought i walk down the hall, and say, “i know.  i’m such a butt-hole.  thank you so much for helping.  today sucked.  do you still like me?” (i said “like”, because it’s how i flirt with him.)

and he smiled and said, “you’re fine babe, i could tell when i walked in that you were maxed out for the day.”

and the cool part is that i hadn’t even told him a single detail of the day.  he had no clue that mary is teething, hadn’t hardly napped, and refused to be put down all day.  and in the land of motherhood, that alone should allow me enough grace to say and do whatever the heck i please and get cut plenty of slack.  add two more little people in the mix with an overload dose of sibling rivalry–and well, i guess you could say that tonight i was swimming in an olympic-sized grace pool. 

truthfully, i was maxed out.  and those toys just sitting there were just one last thing that i had to do before my day was ending.  those toys being out of place really weren’t the big deal.  at all.  it was just the place that made me break. 

dang it.  i hate breaking.  oh well.

and he knew it wasn’t over the toys.  he just knew.  and i love that.  i love the way he loves me. 

last week while i was in california, i called to check up and see how his day was with nathan and lucy.  he cracked me up as he said, “well, after i put them to bed, i sat in the corner of the shower, in the fetal position, and cried like a baby.  we miss you.  this house doesn’t work near as good without you.”.

and i laughed out loud over the phone with tears streaming.  i was half crying because it was hilarious, and half crying because i missed my babies like something fierce while i was gone.  then i smiled as i thought about how sweet it was.  then i laughed some more at the fetal position joke.  the whole conversation left me so thankful to be appreciated and recognized.

i know that he thinks that this house doesn’t work near as good without me, but i’d like to say that i  don’t know what i would do without him coming in around dinner time and saving the day.

alot of women say things like, “good, let him see what we go through.”, and all that kind of talk.  and i understand that to a certain degree, but he tells me daily how much he appreciates the mother i am to our children.  he never lets a day go without firing out a list of compliments. 

so i never feel the need to let him take the reigns just so he can, “see what we i through.”  i think he knows.  and i think he’s impressed.

and honestly, i consider what i go through a pretty fabulous place.  teething, fits, sibling rivalry, and all. 

not all days are fabulous.  but there is something fabulous in each day. 

today, my husband is my something fabulous. 

the end.

pause button please!
christy

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1 Comment

  • k.mart

    Nope, you're just human! :) {As am I, no doubt about it.} I admire that you never, ever give up and you never, ever stop loving hard. Committed to finding the fabulous with you… KB(Mart)

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