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It was a bad day. I was mad at Mike. And when I say mad at Mike, I mean, I don't know that I've been this mad at him since the day he "accidentally" read my journal. That was 4 years ago.
We don't fight very often. As different as we are, we tend to stay on the same page most of the time. As I learned today, we stay on the same page because I tend to cater to his every need. So, last week was a busy scrapbooking week. I was gone 4 days. I spent quite a bit of time on the computer when I was home. This week, I went out to lunch with a friend one day and didn't get the house clean.
I played. I worked on some hobbies, did some shopping, went out with some friends.. and that miserable butthead made me feel guilty about it. For real. Anyone who knows anything about Catholics knows that we live for guilt. If there's any possible way for us to feel guilty, we're just gonna feel guilty. Oh? The Prime Minister of Great Britain has a headache? I shouldn't have eaten that cake yesterday. It's ridiculous the way we feel guilt.
So there I was, feeling guilty, and this would have been just fine, and he and I would have both gotten over it, but the *(@$@#$^#$^ went and complained to my sister. So my sister called me today and "hinted" that I wasn't doing enough to keep my husband happy.
The only thing that trumps my Catholicism is the fact that I'm a redhead. Have you ever seen a redhead get righteously angry? Well, he accomplished his goal. I cleaned the entire house. My back hurts so bad I can't even sit in this chair. So how long do you think it's gonna be before I let him touch me again after *this* performance? Don't keep my husband satisfied, huh?
Satisfy this.
We don't fight very often. As different as we are, we tend to stay on the same page most of the time. As I learned today, we stay on the same page because I tend to cater to his every need. So, last week was a busy scrapbooking week. I was gone 4 days. I spent quite a bit of time on the computer when I was home. This week, I went out to lunch with a friend one day and didn't get the house clean.
I played. I worked on some hobbies, did some shopping, went out with some friends.. and that miserable butthead made me feel guilty about it. For real. Anyone who knows anything about Catholics knows that we live for guilt. If there's any possible way for us to feel guilty, we're just gonna feel guilty. Oh? The Prime Minister of Great Britain has a headache? I shouldn't have eaten that cake yesterday. It's ridiculous the way we feel guilt.
So there I was, feeling guilty, and this would have been just fine, and he and I would have both gotten over it, but the *(@$@#$^#$^ went and complained to my sister. So my sister called me today and "hinted" that I wasn't doing enough to keep my husband happy.
The only thing that trumps my Catholicism is the fact that I'm a redhead. Have you ever seen a redhead get righteously angry? Well, he accomplished his goal. I cleaned the entire house. My back hurts so bad I can't even sit in this chair. So how long do you think it's gonna be before I let him touch me again after *this* performance? Don't keep my husband satisfied, huh?
Satisfy this.
posted by SevenHappyScrappers at 3:53 AM
1 Comments:
Sara, I *feel* for you - as I, too, fall short of being a good wife a LOT of the time. Whether it is a clean house, fed children, or other "duties", sometimes there just isn't enough time in the day. But I have begun to learn that there needs to be a balance between 'family', 'husband' and 'me'. Just remember that Mike loves you - and misses you. Complaining about 'duties' - well, just be glad he wants you. :)
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