My friend Jocelyn is keeping it real over at The Comptons. She writes beautifully and I love her honesty and vulnerability.
Last Thursday after Lincoln's Kindergarten graduation Tim took the kids home and put them to bed while I stayed behind and helped clean up. I drove Tim's car home from the school that night, came home, kissed the big kids and went to bed myself. I was looking forward to sleeping as long as McKinley would let me, because school was out for the Summer and we didn't have to go anywhere until late morning. At approximately 5:30AM Tim wakes me up asking me where his keys are. I sit up and can't recall where I put his keys, I asked him where he looked and he said, no where really, they aren't downstairs or in the bathroom. I start looking and then realize I left them in his car that is parked in the garage. He drives a Prius (named Sebastian) and the car knows when the keys are close and it can drain the battery. I apologize and wait with fingers crossed I didn't drain the battery. I watch him from the upstairs window and crawl back into bed. But I couldn't fall back to sleep and instead start to think, why did he wake me? He didn't even look in the car or around the house for that matter, everyone in this house always asks me first before looking on their own. Later in the day its still brewing or stewing, call it what you want, but I wasn't happy about it.
My Mom comes over to be with McKinley during her nap so I can take the big kids to the end of the year school party at an local aquatic center. We had a blast and on the way home I decided I was going to talk to Tim about how rude he was and all the things he could have done instead of wake me up. Then something happened between 4pm & 5pm, and the Holy Spirit was talking to me and showed me how ridiculous I was being. My husband gets up most days at 4:30am so he can swim before work and then drives 40 miles to his job and doesn't get home until 6pm. He does this for our family, so I can stay home raise our 3 adorable kids. He works so hard for our family and I'm so thankful that I didn't rag on him that night. Instead I told him what I was planning on doing and apologized. He thought I was silly but of course forgave me.
Why is it so important to be right, or to make my husband feel like I do more or work harder than him. I have told him that even though I know he works hard and his work is hard but sometimes I feel like he is on vacation, that going to work full time sounds better than staying home and raising these kids into humanized citizens. Its hard work and I'm glad that I don't have to do it alone. He puts the kids to bed every night, its his thing with the kids, he does the dishes most nights and is the main clothes folder in our home. He is amazing and we are amazing together because we have Jesus as our savior.
So this is me keeping it real.