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I am an "accidental blogger". When I launched my writing career in March of 2014, one of the things that I decided to include was my journaling, which I have always found to be a comforting and therapeutic endeavor.  It was a big risk to open myself up in such a public forum, but it has taught me that, for the most part, we share far more experiences than we think. It's comforting to know I'm not alone!  (*the "Button Text" is the link to my first novel)
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Sometimes Husbands Say Really Dumb Things

12/7/2015

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Normally when I get done with my teaching job in the morning, my husband has left me a text message to smile about on the drive home. Today I hadn't heard from him since he got to work, so I messaged him when I got home to check in and see how he was doing. He asked about my day and when I told him how busy I'd been with the students, he texted me back to say, "Well, at least your Monday is over." I read his message several times while shaking my head and rolled my eyes. My Monday is over? Really? Hmmmm...Let's see, I still have to make the bed, sort and do about six loads of laundry, cook dinner, and oh, by the way, I do have another job...writer...and that too requires my attention. My day might actually be over (the work part) by around 7 pm, which makes it roughly a twelve hour day. When I sent him a reminder of all the things I still had on my "to-do" list, he says, "Leave the laundry. I'll do it later." I was like, "Well, I could do that but I won't" (especially since the laundry basket has now spilled over into the bedroom floor and is threatening to take over any day now). After a long pause, I get, "You're so cute." And no, my hair is not actually on fire but there might be a bit of smoke coming from my ears. Ahhhhh that man of mine does know how to dig himself a profound hole! My response to this was a heart (...it would have had a knife jabbed through it to show my irritation if that icon was available on my phone...sadly it is not).

Had this little exchange happened a decade ago, he would have likely come home to his dirty laundry piled up on his side of the bed and a note from me informing him I'd gone out to dinner and would be home sometime. And if this had been the start of our marriage, I'd be on the phone with him right now instead of typing to you and he'd be the one with blistered ears. Fortunately for both of us, I've had thirty years to get to know this six foot one, blue-eyed, grey haired, wonderful, irritating man, so I'm fully aware he hasn't been sitting in his office all morning devising ways in which to completely piss his wife off. The fact that he almost never intentionally does something to get me totally torked buys him a whole lot of latitude. By the time he comes home and the house is full of chicken fajita smells (which is what we're having for dinner), I won't even be a little irritated with him for saying dumb things to me today. Okay, I might be a LITTLE irritated, but not enough to skip that "Welcome home" smooch I look forward to almost every day. Besides, by then my workday will in fact BE over and dinner and snuggle time always improves my mood. Happy Monday, ya'll.


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Angie
12/7/2015 12:05:09 pm

Men, can't live with them or without them. Even though I am learning to live without them. :)

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Amy Marie Schaefer
12/9/2015 04:54:27 pm

Thankfully with this particular man I know he does not intentionally say those dumb things to irritate me. I also know I live in a glass house in that I too can say some pretty annoying stuff! He still loves me. ❤️

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    I grew up in rural North Carolina. When I was only nineteen, I moved away and became a military wife. My only aspiration at that tender time in my life was to create an adult life that "fixed" all of the "injustices" of my childhood. Secretly, however, I wanted to reach for the sky! I wanted to be a writer and find ways to "save the world" (my mother used to say, "You have Save the World Syndrome".). Mostly, I wanted to matter.

    Since then, I have learned to reach well beyond what I ever dared to think was possible. I've learned not to allow fear to stop me from whatever future I want to create!

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