One of those days? Yup, we all have them once in a while. They’re the end of the world to us, but in reality they aren’t ever as bad as we think. Yesterday was one of those days. But the thing is, it wasn’t just me experiencing the terrible, horrible, gut twisting day. My husband was over the edge, dangling from a twig with gators snapping at his toes.
He made my day spin out of control. Now, before everyone thinks he’s a not so nice guy, let me say he’s under an extreme amount of stress. We’re building a house (when I say we, I mean he’s, all by himself, building me my dream house) and he’s working two full time jobs. I play a supporting role in this build, but I’m not sitting back sipping tea and enjoying the view. I work twelve hour days at my day job and then write and take of the kids the rest of the time.
We are almost beyond the breaking point, just heading over the top, and now is the time that we have to make the decision…go over, or go back. I’m all for going over, but he’s having an amazingly difficult time letting go.
My job as the loving wife is to guide him, take some of his stress, and show him that everything is going to be okay. Easy right? Not in a billion years. How awesome would it be if it was easy?
So the only thing I can think to do is take the control from him, take charge, be bossy (yet loving), and let him sit back and go with the flow for a while. I’ll keep everyone posted on how that works for me. I think I’m in for one Hell of a ride. Wish me luck!
Miria
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