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“I Don’t Do 6am”

There’s nothing like being laid up…having to depend on your spouse for everything…to force you to deal with one another’s idiosyncrasies.

Y’all, this experience is marriage counseling on steroids.

Let me list the things that I depend on the Mr. for:

  • Getting me to the restroom when I wake up and am groggy.
  • Selecting my clothes each day (one of my students told me I looked “snappy” yesterday.
  • Getting a chair out so I can put makeup on each morning in front of the bathroom mirror
  • Getting my breakfast and cleaning up after me
  • Getting my vitamins
  • Fixing my lunchbox
  • Getting my stuff to the car each morning
  • Driving me to work
  • Escorting me to my classroom.
  • Pushing my wheelchair to the numerous before-school parent conferences that have coincided with my return to school.  He makes sure I’m set up for the day before he leaves for his own job.
  • Picking me up from school (friends are helping too)
  • Keeping the house clean
  • Taking care of our dogs
  • Fixing my dinner
  • Icing my ankle
  • Helping me get bathed and into my pajamas
  • Washing my clothes
  • Decorating for Christmas, shopping, and wrapping presents
  • All other duties as required

This man, though.

He has rarely complained…except at 6am.

This guy, on my first day back to work on Wednesday, had a hard time dealing with an early wake-up call.

Oh.

My.

Goodness.

There I sat, proud as could be, of the fact that I’d straightened my hair and put on makeup, and he was like, “I’m not going to tell you, ‘Good job.’  I don’t do 6am.”

Ahem.

For a gal who has done 4:30-6:00am for the last 26 years, this was a little funny to hear.

He’s not a morning guy.

He’s a 9am, I-can-function-now, kind of man.

Even on the way to school yesterday, he grumbled.  I jokingly said, “It’s because you don’t do 6am.”

He nodded in agreement.

Now, let him fuss a bit at 6pm, as he did yesterday on the way out to eat dinner, and he was all good.

Because while he doesn’t do “am,” he is very good at doing “pm.”

Ha!

Despite the many adjustments to our routine that this injury has forced upon us, there is still so much good.

When we get frustrated with each other, we talk it out.

I’m learning that I have to be careful how I comment about things that need to be done so that he doesn’t think I’m ordering him around.  Merely commenting on something is sometimes too much for his already overburdened mind.

He’s tired.  He’s functioning as two people right now.  I get that.

I am recognizing his need to decompress between work and our night ritual.  I respect that.  He needs a bit of time just for him without running after me.  Though he’s ready to jump up and do what I need, I’m letting him be for that time so he can recharge a little.

He’s learning that I’m going through some fears right now.  Although I’ve always been pretty strong emotionally, this fracture did a bit of a number on my psyche.  He’s being very tender toward me to help ease me through some things.  He’s making accommodations for those fears to keep me placated, and he’s doing this in a very patient manner.

There’s a lot more give without fussing, because ain’t nobody got time (or tears) for that.

We are figuring out what is important and starting to ignore, or quickly let go of, what’s not.

I’d like to think that this process is cultivating an appreciation for one another’s roles in our marriage.  I think that the Mr. realizes all of the extra things I did before, and I’m seeing what a tender heart lies under that crusty exterior.

“Thank you” is going a long way in our home.  Mutual respect, which time had eroded, has returned.

He may not do 6am, but he’s my knight in shining armor, nonetheless.

#findingjoyinthejourney is alive and well in Chez Auburnchick.

 

A Ray of Sunshine

Today was my 26th wedding anniversary.

I started off the day early, early, early with a workout, shower, and a careful selection of my wardrobe for work…

Yes, that is my redneck outfit, and yes, I am standing on a toilet, thank you very much.

Because I am cool like that.

Twenty-six years, and the Mr. hasn’t dumped me for a more refined woman.

God bless him.

Anniversaries should be considered national holidays or something (just staying married should be celebrated by everyone in these days and times of quickie divorces), and, as such, things should go perfectly on such special days.

However, I am Auburnchick, where what can go wrong will go wrong.

I got to work a few minutes late for a meeting that I’d totally forgotten about.

Sigh.

A mere few minutes after arriving, I was informed that I had a bit of a wardrobe issue…as in something that needed changing…before I interacted with children.

Sigh.

So, while another teacher watched my class, I drove home (thank goodness I live in Small Town, USA), changed my clothes, and headed back to school.

Oh, the transformation.  I went from Redneck Chic to Express store, professional chic.  The change gave me the opportunity to wear the new shirt I’d bought ON CLEARANCE during a flash sale a couple of weeks ago.  It paired well with my black skinny jeans.

Anyhoo, I was not a very happy camper, despite my rather fake smile in the picture above), having my morning thrown off like that.  I was also missing my sweet first period class and all of the plans I’d made.

Fortunately, when I walked in, they were doing EXACTLY what they were supposed to be doing…in their ASSIGNED seats.  In fact, the teacher next door didn’t hear a peep out of them for the first twenty minutes I was gone.

I gave them double Dojo points.  They earned it.

With those snafus, I was flustered, but I rallied.

Near the end of second period, one of the school’s secretaries delivered a box to my room.  During my planning, I opened it and discovered this beautiful flower arrangement, which the Mr. had thoughtfully ordered…

Sunflowers have always been my favorite.  They smelled heavenly and completely brightened up my room and my mood.

The day wound up going pretty well.

Despite feeling completely overwhelmed, still, and a step behind where I’d like to be at this point in the week, I am smiling.

I am so blessed to have a husband who has stuck by me through some difficult times.  We’re at a point in our lives where we are able to focus on each other more, let issues that once bothered us go by the wayside quicker, and plain old have fun, like young kids, together.

Happy Anniversary, hon!  Love you more than I say and more than you know.  ❤

“I don’t like to be wrong.”

The Mr. and I go out to dinner three or four nights a week.

Don’t be hatin’.  It’s just our lifestyle now that we have adult children.

We haven’t been out much the last couple of weeks because the Mr.’s job has been keeping him extremely busy, so it was a treat to run to Chili’s for a quick bite last night.

We chatted about this and that, and at one point, the Mr. and I began a grammar discussion.  Apparently, there had been an issue with periods and quotation marks at his job.

Somewhere in the conversation, I told him that the period almost always goes inside quotation marks.

He told me that no they don’t.

Thus, we began a debate about this punctuation rule.  I insisted that nearly always (there are exceptions to every rule), periods go inside.

He told me that I had told him not too long ago that they went outside and that he had told his office that I had said so.

Oh boy.  Now, not only only was his information incorrect, but my reputation was on the line.

I promised him that I would never have told him such a thing…that he must have misunderstood me.

Being funny and sarcastic, as we usually are, I told him that I didn’t realize I had to differentiate instruction for him.

If you’re a teacher, you understand what I mean.  If you’re not, I’ll explain.  Differentiation is where a teacher instructs students according to their learning styles, presenting information in different formats.

We also have an “I do,” “We do,” You do” thing in teaching, releasing responsibility slowly to students.

The Mr. gave me the stank eye to my comment.

heehee

We have a rule in our family that when we are eating, we stay off of our phones.  Well, my guy reached for his phone.

“Whatcha doing?” I asked.  “Looking up grammar rules?”

He nodded.

I got out my phone and did the same thing.

Turns out that I was right.

Let me just pause and explain that this RARELY happens.  My guys are usually much smarter than me…or at least they think quicker on their feet, so I usually lose arguments.

THUS, it was well within my right to gloat.

A lot.

Plus, we still had the issue of him giving his co-workers erroneous information.

I laughingly told him that he was an idiot but that I loved him.  I stressed that last point.

To his credit, he composed a text message to his guys admitting he was wrong…was in fact an idiot…and that the period goes inside the quotation mark.

Bless his heart.

Still, I laughed.

And laughed.

And laughed.

He was not amused and “magically” was ready to leave the restaurant.

On the way home, he stewed before finally saying, “I don’t like to be wrong.”

Now hold on a second.  Did you catch that?  Let me type it again…

“I don’t like to be wrong.”

And then the conversation stopped…

Until I said, “That’s been it the whole time, hasn’t it?”

And then he realized what he’d said.

He’d been busted and tried at amend what he’d said by adding, “I don’t like to be wrong when you’ve told me something.”

Oh no, buddy.  Too late now.

I’m telling you that I laughed so hard that my stomach hurt.  It was the best ab workout I’d had all summer.

I thought my dinner was going to come back up because I was laughing so hard.  Tears were flowing.

My poor guy.

As I told him when we got home, before he bolted to his man cave, “It’s so rare that I’m right about something, I need to revel in it a while.”

I guess when you’re married to a teacher…especially an English teacher…you’re bound to get busted now and then for grammar.

Last night was my guy’s turn.

The BIG 25

Jut a quick shout-out and Happy 25th Anniversary to the Mr!

This has been one incredibly challenging start to the school year, so please forgive my lack, thereof, of posts lately.

The Mr., trooper that he has been over the years, proved, once again, to be very understanding and thoughtful and sent two dozen roses to me at my school…

Thanks, Honey, for sticking with me through a lot of tough times.

I would NEVER have made it through the crap that was my life before I met you, nor the tough times that entered our lives over the last couple of decades.

By God’s grace, we have raised two successful children, engaged in challenging yet fulfilling careers, and though battle-weary, are stronger and mature than when we started this journey.

We’re in a pretty good spot now, and I thank you for your patience and fortitude.

Love you more than you know and much more than I say.

Busted

If you don’t want the hubster to know about your little treats, do yourself a favor and throw away the wrappers.

Or else, he might make a discovery when he goes hunting for the GPS…

Oops.

Busted.

My hubster was not amused.

Next time, I’ll get rid of the incriminating evidence.

A Brave Stand

Tonight at Bible Study, we discussed the 13th chapter of Luke.  In verses 22-30, Jesus instructs His listeners to, “Make every effort to enter through the narrow door because many will try to enter and will not be able to…”

What does this mean?

Well, for one, it means not following the crowd – not conforming to the world.

One of the gals in my study mentioned the recent Miss USA pagent and the to-do with Miss California’s final question.  Here is a clip, in case you missed it:

Now, a little background is in order.

Carrie Prejean (aka Miss California) was raised in a Christian home and attends San Diego Christian College.  Although she hails from a state that has become known as one of the most liberal in our country, she had the courage to do her own thing and make a stand for truth.

Kudos to her for not compromising her values for the sake of a temporary crown.  Surely God will grace her with a permanent one in heaven.  By answering the question the way she did, I’m sure she’ll have a few extra jewels in it to boot.  Her crown will never tarnish.

It is my prayer that her example will inspire other Christians to stand up for their beliefs in whatever situation they might face.  Her’s was one of the most public you can find, and yet she did not waver.

What a testimony!

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