Warning: This post is kind of long. Rambling. And a little bit sappy.
This morning, shortly after I arrived at work, I received an e-mail from my husband. The first sentence contained several expletives and he proceeded to say why. He didn't get a very good grade on his business valuation mid-term and he had screwed up a group project he had been in charge of turning in... for the second week in a row. His final thoughts were, "I can tell it's going to be one of those days! I just want to go back to sleep!"
I e-mailed back something encouraging and he returned to say that not only were those things screwed up, but that he had also made a mistake on a draft financial he sent to a client yesterday. So, not only did he have school things to stress him out, he also had uh-ohs at work, plus too much work to do today to worry about all of it.
I supported him as best I could through e-mail and he said he'd be fine in a bit, he just wanted to be pissed off for awhile. Enough said and I don't blame him.
Now let's travel back to this morning when we were getting ready for work. He had mentioned last night that he wanted to go to lunch with me today. For some reason it didn't register with me last night or this morning that this would be a lovely thing and, as I have a tendency to do, I was being difficult about it.
We ended up getting a little testy with each other and I could tell I kind of hurt his feelings, so his day started poorly as it was. Then he got all the other crap tossed on his plate when he got to work. If I didn't feel bad before, which I did, I definitely felt bad after receiving his e-mail.
Anyways, we met for lunch and sat down at a twofer table by the window. We didn't really discuss all his grievances, other than me apologizing one more time for being a jerk, but talked a bit about what else had been going on. Well, mostly he talked. He likes to tell me things and I like to listen.
After we left, I texted him just to say "I love you." There's something about having an unexpected lunch, meaning I can't remember the last time we had lunch together on a work day, with your husband who's been working his ass off until after you're in bed at night for months that makes you want to simply remind him, especially when he's had a crappy day.
He texted back that he loved me too and then he thanked me for meeting him for lunch, followed by: "u made my day good for a few minutes."
I responded that he made mine good too and that he always does. I know that's super mushy, but it's the truth. It made me smile from ear to ear to have him "say" that. I want little more in this world than to support him and make him happy and today, one of the most bummer days he's had in awhile, I did.
Amen.
This morning, shortly after I arrived at work, I received an e-mail from my husband. The first sentence contained several expletives and he proceeded to say why. He didn't get a very good grade on his business valuation mid-term and he had screwed up a group project he had been in charge of turning in... for the second week in a row. His final thoughts were, "I can tell it's going to be one of those days! I just want to go back to sleep!"
I e-mailed back something encouraging and he returned to say that not only were those things screwed up, but that he had also made a mistake on a draft financial he sent to a client yesterday. So, not only did he have school things to stress him out, he also had uh-ohs at work, plus too much work to do today to worry about all of it.
I supported him as best I could through e-mail and he said he'd be fine in a bit, he just wanted to be pissed off for awhile. Enough said and I don't blame him.
Now let's travel back to this morning when we were getting ready for work. He had mentioned last night that he wanted to go to lunch with me today. For some reason it didn't register with me last night or this morning that this would be a lovely thing and, as I have a tendency to do, I was being difficult about it.
We ended up getting a little testy with each other and I could tell I kind of hurt his feelings, so his day started poorly as it was. Then he got all the other crap tossed on his plate when he got to work. If I didn't feel bad before, which I did, I definitely felt bad after receiving his e-mail.
Anyways, we met for lunch and sat down at a twofer table by the window. We didn't really discuss all his grievances, other than me apologizing one more time for being a jerk, but talked a bit about what else had been going on. Well, mostly he talked. He likes to tell me things and I like to listen.
After we left, I texted him just to say "I love you." There's something about having an unexpected lunch, meaning I can't remember the last time we had lunch together on a work day, with your husband who's been working his ass off until after you're in bed at night for months that makes you want to simply remind him, especially when he's had a crappy day.
He texted back that he loved me too and then he thanked me for meeting him for lunch, followed by: "u made my day good for a few minutes."
I responded that he made mine good too and that he always does. I know that's super mushy, but it's the truth. It made me smile from ear to ear to have him "say" that. I want little more in this world than to support him and make him happy and today, one of the most bummer days he's had in awhile, I did.
"And now these three remain:
faith, hope and love.
But the greatest of these is love."
faith, hope and love.
But the greatest of these is love."
Amen.
1 comment:
And these are the things that really make a marriage tight - working through.
Mary Lou
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