One of my New Year's resolutions was going to be to not pick on my poor husband so much. He's a good man and he loves me and takes care of me.
So when I was trying to think of a good starter list yesterday in church, I was disheartened to look over and find him sleeping away.
It started me on my way but I think it has me breaking my promise to myself before I've even started.
See what you think:
#1. I resolve not to get mad at him anymore for nodding off in church, or at least not SO mad. I'll poke him gently but firmly in a timely fashion. (That means I won't wait anymore until the deacon is standing by him waiting for him to wake up so he can take the bread and water. That's mean of me not to spare him that embarrassment.)
#2. I resolve not to get so irritated when he takes FOREVER to get ready to go places. I'll just sit down and knit a sweater with long sleeves while I wait.
#3. I hereby resolve not to get in his way when he's cooking because it invariably leads to a small fist fight.
I'll just go outside and work in the garden or shovel snow and not think about what a mess he's making of my kitchen or how he's using the dishtowel for a mop rag.
#4. I won't grip the side handle of the car door so hard when he's coming up too fast behind another car or push my feet through the floor when I'm pretty sure he's going to forget to brake quickly enough. I'll just close my eyes and prepare for eternity.
See the problem?
All of my resolutions depend on my dear spouse. Nothing I've resolved is achievable without some cooperation from Marc.
1 year ago