Yesterday I had an interesting experience. My husband in an effort to help with organizing our lives started to pull things out of the closet. It is not that this wasn't expected because it was.
We just moved an armoire into our room so we could use it to store some of the things from our closet to give us more room. He came up with a great idea to solve our shoe problem and he busily and happily got to work. After he had finished fixing his half of the closet and filling his share of the amoire he went to work. This left me with my share to do.
The following You-tube video gives you an idea of what my mental state was after he left.
We just moved an armoire into our room so we could use it to store some of the things from our closet to give us more room. He came up with a great idea to solve our shoe problem and he busily and happily got to work. After he had finished fixing his half of the closet and filling his share of the amoire he went to work. This left me with my share to do.
The following You-tube video gives you an idea of what my mental state was after he left.
You may think this little girl is being overly dramatic but I totally relate.
Instead of taking my dish to the sink so to speak I went to help my daughter for awhile. I found her in much the same mood as I had been at home.
While I was with her I was happy as a lark. It is so much easier to help her carry her dishes to the sink than to carry my own. (maybe I am getting carried away with the metaphor)
When I returned home my son was home from school. I warned him right off that I was upset about something totally unrelated to him and that I would try to be good and not be too cranky. We got through the evening happily enough and after sending him off to bed I decided to face my dish (there is that metaphor again).
After stewing about what I was going to do with m y side of the closet some more I started to put things away. Within 10 mins. I could see real progress and hope entered into my heart. By the time my husband came home (he had to work late) I was at peace with the whole situation. I am sure he is glad he had to work late. But the thing that really took the last of my bad mood away was when I asked my husband how his day went he hugged me and said that it was so much better now that he was home with me. As I melted into that hug all I could be was grateful to have such a great guy to live with.
Sometimes our dishes seem too heavy. Hang in there. I know how you feel.
Instead of taking my dish to the sink so to speak I went to help my daughter for awhile. I found her in much the same mood as I had been at home.
While I was with her I was happy as a lark. It is so much easier to help her carry her dishes to the sink than to carry my own. (maybe I am getting carried away with the metaphor)
When I returned home my son was home from school. I warned him right off that I was upset about something totally unrelated to him and that I would try to be good and not be too cranky. We got through the evening happily enough and after sending him off to bed I decided to face my dish (there is that metaphor again).
After stewing about what I was going to do with m y side of the closet some more I started to put things away. Within 10 mins. I could see real progress and hope entered into my heart. By the time my husband came home (he had to work late) I was at peace with the whole situation. I am sure he is glad he had to work late. But the thing that really took the last of my bad mood away was when I asked my husband how his day went he hugged me and said that it was so much better now that he was home with me. As I melted into that hug all I could be was grateful to have such a great guy to live with.
Sometimes our dishes seem too heavy. Hang in there. I know how you feel.