Yesterday, my husband had the day off work, and instead of just enjoying the time together, I got upset over the way breakfast went. Then I was frustrated with his indecision over how to spend the day. The boys went and mowed a couple of lawns, which was great -- they did their job without needing to be told, but hubby asked me all sorts of questions that I didn't have answers for. Again, I was upset with him... he helps the boys start a business, then expects that I know what is going on with it. The children came back, and I found other things to complain about...
It was at this point in time, as my husband is asking me, "Honey, what's wrong?" that I realized what a horrible person I was being. I have so many things to be grateful for and happy about, and there I was, griping and making others miserable.Just from the paragraphs above:
- Time off work, for rest and relaxation.
- Breakfast -- we had plenty of food.
- Multiple choice of what we do with our time.
- The boys have a business!
- My husband trust me. He trusts me with the children. He trusts me with the guidance of the home, and he trusts me to handle the boys business.
- No, our yard is not perfect, but hell, we have a yard!
- My husband loves me.
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