I know, I know it has been a long while since I posted and I'm very sorry. A lot has happened that I need to catch all two of you up on but that will have to wait till another day as I have another topic in mind.
You, who have been waiting with baited breath to read the pearls of wisdom that I impart have my dear darling husband to thank for breaking the blog fast of the past several months.
First, the disclaimer. I am well aware that my husband is one of the best men out there. Many of my friends are envious of his kindness, his willingness to serve, his humility. I love him for all those qualities too but I have one question, At what point in our marriage vows did I promise to be responsible for all of his stuff?
Yesterday, after spending the third straight day at the church doing his calling( good job, hunny) he comes home with a small stack of papers and throws them down on the coffee table and goes to bed. Today after spending the evening doing more church stuff (good job hunny) he comes home and needs some info that was written on one of the pieces of paper. Some how I'm supposed to know what happened to the paper with the info on it. So he looks at me, slightly accusingly and asks me what I did with it.
Now, before last September that was a bit of a valid question. Most of the time I had the typical mommy radar and could come up with a pretty good guesstimate as to where just about anything was in our house. But thing have changed. First school started, the amount of paper that floods into this house from our two children boggles my mind. In any given day the kids can bring home between 5 and 1000 sheets of paper. (OK 1000 might be an exaggeration but seriously you should see my recycle bin.) it's easy for things to get lost in the shuffle. And second, I started working outside the home and I'm the first to admit that I have lost my touch.
Is it too much to ask that he just take care of his own stuff?
Am I being to hard on him?
am I blowing this out of proportion?
Am I blogging at midnight in the midst of a full blown PMS crisis?
The answers to these questions are no, yes, yes, YES! I probably just need some chocolate.