You wouldn’t think that hanging curtains that would lead, hours later, to my husband closing cupboards very loudly and me closing my own cupboards with deliberate softness.
But yes, that’s exactly what happened.
Only minutes before the cupboard incident, I’d commented to Tom that our next anniversary will have us celebrating ten years. Double freaking digits.
We smiled over the amazement of time flying and yet feeling like we’ve known each other and been together forever.
Then, he said something he probably thought was innocent and it irritated the hell out of me and so I asked if there was anything at all he thought I did well.
He responded with, “I am not having this conversation.”
Except we did. I pushed and he got annoyed and the cupboards were abused.
Later, we passed in the kitchen and exchanged a smile and all was forgiven on both sides.
And later still, he mentioned something he feels I do well. And then he explained that when he feels put on the spot, he can’t just stand there and come up with a list of things I do well.
I accepted this vague apology and went about our evening, with him pointing out how well I did things as I did them.
I sure to bathe the girls well. And I make great cookies. And I’m really good at laying out clothes for the girls each Sunday for the rest of the week.
I am the master of laundry and potato soup. I also pack Alyssa’s lunch really, really well. I should, I’ve been packing those lunches for four and a half years. I’ve mentioned that she’s never once purchased the school lunch, right? It’s true.
So see, I do so many things well.
I did take a moment to point out to him that I try and tell him on a regular basis how much appreciate all that he does. I try and let him know how amazing I think he is and how hard I know he works. I gently mentioned that it might be nice if he tried that with me. It might amaze him how much that changes so much about my attitude and general responses to him and perhaps life in general.
We’ll see.
By the way, the curtains look amazing!
A mom, a dad and two daughters. We're living ordinary lives with a twist of 5p- (Cri du Chat) for spice. But we're about so much more than our younger daughter's genetic diagnosis.
1 comment:
a man once wrote an article on how much he thought he's have to pay, to hire someone to do daily, what wives and mothers do each day.
Sixty-thousand dollars yearly was
the salary he laid out. (and wives and mothers everywhere yelled,
"We're worth st least that! There's no doubt!" I must send you the whole poem...it is entitled "the worth of a woman", written to encourage those of us who may not feel their worth...or for husbands to get a clue!! :) I love your blog!
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