I guess I should just jump right into to the story before you get any strange ideas regarding the title of this post…
I had a tiring day today…
and I didn’t really do anything strenuous!
It all started last night. I watched a movie with my wife and didn’t get to bed until 11:00. That’s not a big deal. Buth then I woke up at 4:00! Why? How should I know? I just did.
At 8:00, I was ready for a nap. That is when my wife woke up and started making breakfast for the two of us.
We sat down to eat and talk. The conversation was moving along just fine and then I made a big mistake…
I don’t even remember what the question was or why I said it, but for some reason the words “Our marriage is O.K.” slipped out of my mouth.
I didn’t say it with a negative tone but she sure took it that way! What I meant and what she heard were two entirely different things!
“What do you mean “O.K.”? (with her face all scrunched up). Our marriage is great!” (Isn’t it usually the guy who says that???)
I reminded her that we got into a pretty bad fight last Sunday morning. It kind of came out of nowhere, like a tornado. Suddenly, everything I did irritated her.
Well, at the time I didn’t feel quite up to being the obedient soldier and saying “Thank you, Bunch! May I have another?” So…
we…
ummm…
had a strong disagreement!
It turned out to the only thing that I did wrong was to be around while she was undergoing a monthly hormonal storm kind of thing…if you know what I mean. I was guilty just because I am a male and happen to be married to her and decided to help her in the kitchen!
We ended up working it out after church and then went and celebrated Mother’s Day with our friends. But, back to today…
“Oh, your going to look at that one day and say that characterizes our whole marriage?”
Huhh???
“I didn’t say that. It just made me realize how vulnerable we are. Both of us have some pretty significant weaknesses. We are REALLY dependent upon God to help us.”
I mean, every time I opened my mouth, the hole just seemed to get deeper.
THREE HOURS LATER (I wish I could figure out a way to write that so you can begin to grasp how long that is!), we actually finished “talking it out” (her words)!
She loved it. And, now she loves me! What a difference a week makes!
The truth is that it really was a very good conversation. If I were a marriage counselor, I would say that we both “communicated in a healthy, meaningful way that enabled us to more completely understand each other. We both grew!”
That’s all great but it’s enough to wear a guy out! And I thought that I was tired at 8:00!
Now, if I can just remember to pull my minesweeper out of the closet so I don’t accidentally step in the wrong place and blow something up again in about two more weeks!
