Okay, all caught up? Now, I’m just going to admit, right off the bat, something I know some of you were wondering about. Is the radio station I was listening to the same radio station my husband now works at? Yes it is. Then why, you’re wondering, why in the world didn’t I call him and get their phone number? Well, there’s a perfectly good explanation for that.
I didn’t think of it until it was too late.
While I’m admitting my shortcomings, I might as well go ahead and tell you that I usually have my posts up by midnight the night before, but I wrote the post for Adding Zest a few days ago and couldn’t remember what I’d written. And since I did remember saying that the conversation was going to be continued over here, I thought I’d better brush up on what the conversation was even about. But the Zest Post didn’t go live until sometime in the middle of the night, so here I am, trying to get my children to school, my husband to work, and an enlightening blog post published.
Which would explain why, when my husband asked me 20 seconds ago something breakfast-related, I might have maybe sighed really loud in exasperation and said, “Gabe, please! Can you just figure it out on your own? I’m trying to write a blog post here!” (About being kind to husbands.)
So, here’s the admission part: I’m really good at honoring my husband in public, around others. To my knowledge, it’s been awhile since I’ve bashed him to my girlfriends or on the radio or anything.
However, where I need the work is in my own home, to his face. Especially when I’m tired or grouchy or stressed. I take it out on him. And I let every little thing bother me. And I express my displeasure with eye rolls and deep sighs and sarcasm.
So, when I say I’m disgusted with Husband-Bashers? Maybe I should look at the plank in my own eye first.
So, am I the only one who struggles with being kind to my deserves-better husband? What can we do about this, girls?