Last week, Michael and I had one of those marital conversations where both of us believed the other person had some improving to do, and we were both very honest with our exact thoughts on the topic. The jist was that I had asked Michael for help in taking care of some things on my to-do list, and he basically told me that he didn’t understand why I didn’t have time to do it. The old, “well…you’re home all day, you know?”
|Conquered by his daughters.|
Anyway, fast forward from that conversation to Friday afternoon. The weather was gorgeous, and Michael was off work, so we planned to have some afternoon family time at the park after school. We planned to buy everyone a little Sonic treat and then head to the park together. (We try to reward Gabe with a slushie after school on Fridays if he gets smiley faces on his behavior chart every day that week–why thank you, Sonic 2-4pm Happy Hour, for being an integral part of training our children in good character.) To make a long story short, we all stuffed ourselves with ice cream and slushies at the house, and Michael ended up taking all three children to the park by himself.
He knew it was coming.:)
I walked up behind him, hugged him, and asked him outright, but-ever-so-sweetly, “After yesterday and this morning, do you see why I can’t get a lot of things done during the day sometimes?”