I've been rather moody of late. Scott's term projects took him away for pretty much all-but-sleeping hours last week, and so I had the joy of doing everything child related (and pretty much house-related) from sunup to sundown.
Plenty of people have it much harder than me. Single mothers, widows, military wives... and that's just the first-world examples. Still, I wasn't much fun by the time the weekend rolled around.
Once we finally had time to address things, it went down a little bit like this:
"You need to apologize. I don't know for what, but if you want to be friends again, you need to apologize. And mean it. And not do it again."
"I'm sorry."
"Okay. Don't do it again."
Then we talked and I said I needed to be thanked a bit more. I mean, yeah. It's my job to take care of the kids. It's my job to clean the house (to the best of my abilities) and run the errands and do the homemaker stuff. I'm very good with that. I signed up for that. But I still needed a bit more in the "thank you" department, and when Scott gets stressed, it's harder for him (or anyone) to fully notice what else is going on around him, let alone be thankful for it.
So, yeah. We talked. It's better. It always is. There's a real comfort to having been married ten years, and knowing that even when upsets come, they will get sorted out. So when I'm mad as a wet hen on Wednesday, I can wait it out. Sunday will come. I will get my turn. And in the mean time, I know he's busy -- beyond busy, really. So I support him, love him, and hang in there.
And when I finally get my turn, he comes around quickly, easily, and fully. And everything is better pretty quickly. And last night, Scott gave me a lovely vase I'd been eyeing on Joss & Main a few weeks ago. It was my "Thank You/We survived" present, and I love it. (And I have one for him, too. This is the other thing that a decade does to you -- we think alike so much.)
Life is good. Even when it's not great, it's good.
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