When it Pours it Thunders!
In my last whine, I mentioned that I got really mad at hubby. If I hadn’t have had a rough time with my teen earlier that day, I probably could have handled the situation better, but I didn’t. Though to my credit, I didn’t engage in my ritualistic hip reaction of anger. Instead, I internalized my feelings and let him “know” how I felt in a more biting than loving way.
It’s so petty, I’m almost embarrassed to share it, but it’s not the act that hurts as much as the lack of consideration. Before I share I really need to confess I do similar things. In fact, it seems our parenting resembles a WWF tag team than a partnership. While one parent is doing the parenting thing the other one is usually chillin’. I am soooo guilty of this and often let the bed time routine fall to my hubby so I can chill online, so I really shouldn’t even be complaining, but…
I did have a whole paragraph explaining what happened which revolved around our WWF tag team parenting style, but after I talked with hubby I realized it was more a lack of communication than a lack of consideration. So I’m choosing to let it go which is HUGE considering I’m the one who likes to beat issues to death.
God’s been nudging my heart in areas of my parenting and marriage, and it’s a painful and a lonely road to walk, but it’s a good road. A necessary road. I’m just hoping that finally, this is the break through I need in my family and that I won’t stray from the path. That the same message God is speaking to me through a Bible study, and two separate unrelated books, sticks!
I’m ready to cross over into the Promised Land. I’m ready to walk in freedom, and I’m ready to walk through the desert alone (with God) to get there!
