It was a 45-minute nap day.
You know the kind – you really need to dust the house, memorize lines for tomorrow (maybe that’s just me?), get dinner started because community group is coming over, do laundry (which never ends), eat lunch, write the guest posts in the queue (also just me?), and the baby toddler wakes up way before he should. So you let him follow your dust trail, and he melts down every two minutes.
By the time hubby gets home, you’re ready for a nap, but instead you finish making dinner because at least 9 people are expected in an hour or so. They all show up and instead of sitting down to eat, you need to feed the baby toddler. (Good thing you snuck in a bowl of cereal earlier.)
Everyone is finished eating by the time you sit down, but at least they’re still chatting. You put the baby toddler to bed, and people are making motions towards leaving. So, you begin cleaning up, loading the dishwasher, and handwashing all of the other dishes.
Finally, it’s all done, and you realize that maybe for the first time in a long time – you did these things with joy in your heart and without a passive aggressive complaint.
But still. You still feel like you want one – just one – thank you from somebody hubby. If you’re like me, you realize that you feel guilty for wanting it because your joy should be complete. OK, let’s be real – this “you” is really “I”.
I just needed a little appreciation. And I did something I never do – I asked for it.
And it didn’t stew or fester. My tiny little wordly need was met – and met wonderfully and graciously – by hubby. Maybe it’s a little pathetic that I still needed this, but I’m calling it a win because it didn’t turn into a weeklong grudge.
Hey, I’ll take all the progress I can get!
Ladies, do try this at home!
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