Tim came home on Friday with some bad news; one of our renters is moving out unexpectedly. This hits us especially hard since it hasn't been easy to get and keep the space rented, so he was pretty upset. He immediately began to be short with the boys and irritable with me.
Then he was flustered about dinner, which I'm not sure why other than I had just walked in the door too and hadn't started it yet. He knows I get stressed if I don't know what's going on for dinner, so I think that's what was bothering him, thinking I was upset. He still hasn't adjusted to my FlyLady routine of knowing what's for dinner, so I was cool as a cucumber and quickly began getting dinner on to lessen his irritation and get some food in his belly.
Then he spoke sharply to the "big" boys and I called him into the kitchen and kissed him. Not a quick peck, but a real kiss. Then he looks at me and says, "Are you just trying to get me in a good mood? Or do you really mean it?"
"Yes, I am trying to get you in a better mood; it's just like we tell the boys, it's your choice. I want you to choose to have a good evening and weekend. We've filled the space before and we can do it again. And what do you mean, 'Do I mean it?' "
"You're kissing me like you mean it, do you or are you just trying to get me in a good mood?"
Well, the answer is both. I did want to get him in a better mood and the kissing would do it, and I love him and want him to feel the love all the time, not just sometimes when I'm in a good mood. I also want him to know we're in this together-sometimes I put undue pressure on him about the property since sometimes I feel like we probably shouldn't have bought it. However it's ours now, so we just need to move forward and not beat each other up over it (it's usually me when I get frustrated with how things are going, but I'm doing a lot better with that).
We went on to have an enjoyable dinner with the boys, and I was reminded of how blessed I am to have three healthy boys and a wonderful husband who would literally do anything for me.
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