I went to a Bridal Shower today. The best part beside the wonderful food and the beautiful cupcakes for dessert, was the sight of the moonstruck bride and groom to be. I look at those faces, so full of promise, and their affection, so new but sure. And as much as I admired the new dishes and crystal and home decor pieces this lovely couple received, I also thought about what they were in store for. At one point, Matt (the future husband) was helping unwrap a gift and Jackie, ( the bride to be) announced very loudly, "If you break the ribbon, you will be pregnant with the child!". I am assuming all of you know the little shower game of a broken ribbon meaning a baby...
So I think we all take a little walk down marriage memory lane when we are at these functions (don't get me started on baby showers, I wanted 6 kids). So much promise, so much love. And then I came home...
These are not the shaggy shrubs they were an hour ago. They are done now after a long drawn out battle with The Husband to take care of them. This may not be a pretty post and it may be wordy for some, so you have your chance to escape now. I left for the shower and asked that The Husband please trim the bushes. When I arrived home, they were same and I found The Husband had gone off to his office downtown to work. Now tell me ladies....is this not work that benefits the family as much as the work that puts the food on the table? And without exaggeration, I did all of the yard work up until a few years ago when we hired help, and I did it with four small children running around.
Looking at the loving couple together today.... I thought, will they have the same issues my husband and I have? Granted. we have settled in such a way that we don't have the same silly fights we used to have early in our marriage (and we thought they were very serious at the time). But was today silly? He came home, I expressed my disappointment, and he proceeded to work with Emily on the shrubs because God knows, we can't work together!!
Oh....I am just venting. I mean I am writing a post about yard work! What made me so upset is that I was putting away the extension cord and I twisted my ankle in an indentation, rabbit hole or what have you and his reaction was anger because I swore, as in said a bad word, instead of compassion for my ankle and scraped knee.
When we left for the bridal shower today, I told Emily humorously that the hardest part was seeing all the gifts of household items that we, who have been married forever, could use. But I was wrong. We need to keep that common respect, courtesy, love and caring in our marriages. Today wasn't a big example of this and I am not saying that I was perfect in this whole situation....there are always two sides.
So this is an entry into Blondie's Journal. What I meant for this blog to be. Have you ever been through something like this that made you wish you could start from scratch without all the weight of "who should, why should I? Blah, blah blah? I think I started out having a wonderful day. And now The Husband might be feeling bad because I cried when I fell in the hole. He is making reservations for New Orleans.