I have to keep this blog real. I have been sharing all the good and fun times we have, so I guess I should share today. Let's put something out on the table right away. I am SURE I am PMSing. My poor hubby and kids have to deal with me today.
I woke up feeling I just wanted to crawl out of my skin. I didn't want to do much of anything, but maybe sleep but even that made me uncomfortable knowing that my kids would be done with their copy work (For homeschooling) and it would be spotlight time on mom. Time to homeschool. This was the start of my grumpiness.
Last night I told my husband my order for today. He asked, "Mi Reina." is there anything special that you would like to eat tomorrow? Yes! I said.. Cabbage! Cabbage and eggs, we haven't had that in quite a few days. (Yes, I said days.. My sister in-law taught me and my maid how to make Cabbage and eggs about 6 weeks ago and we have been having it every few days cause we all love it.. Ok, Cause I'm addicted.. ) I also told him I'd like to get some chicken too. He said Ok, I will purchase chicken in the morning, and cabbage is there anything else I can buy? No, we hugged, kissed, and giggled together like we always do.
My husband is a morning person, and I am not. He likes to go to sleep earlier than me, and loves to get up early. In the morning he fills our water tank with water, and goes to the deli which is right in our complex not far at all. He gets the girls their orange juice,and whatever they want to eat for breakfast. It's like his daily routine. He loves to do it. Then he comes home and spends hours praying. I kid you not, my husband is a prayer warrior!
Long story short I got grumpy when we went to our local store today. I had to buy printer paper, and milk. He backs into the parking spot, and it takes him FOREVER to turn off the car. I get cranky because I have to WAIT for him to close his door before I can lock the car doors. They only lock from my side. So the kids get out, and he is still waiting in his seat looking at me. I'm like.. GO!!! That was his first realization that I was PMSing. He got out of the car, grabbed the two younger girls hands, and walked inside behind me and Lidia.
Then I got home, and we went to eat our "lunch" when I realized there was no Cabbage. Oh my goodness you would think the world was coming to an end. Oh my goodness!! "Why didn't she make my cabbage." now he does a classic. I know he's shuddering in his pants. "What? There's no cabbage? He looks in the fridge and makes a nice show of hrmmm.. Why didn't she make Cabbage?" And says.. "I'm not sure why she didn't make it! I will buy it tomorrow!"
"WHAT?! You didn't buy Cabbage?!" and I stare at him.
"No, I forgot." he said..
That's when I wanted to tear his head off.. I wanted my cabbage!! What I WANTED to do, and what I did were two different things!! I didn't tear his head off. I realized I was being very nasty at this moment, and said to myself "Lord, give me strength, this is a GOOD man the last thing I want to do is make him feel bad."
We all know that with our words we can tear people apart. I knew when I woke up that I was feeling restless and wanted to crawl out of my skin. I realized when I grabbed a candy bar at the store that it was definitely PMS time. And the last thing I want to do is hurt my husband. Let's face it, God has blessed me with a wonderful man. I would love for God to make me a blessing for this man!
I grabbed a hold of my husband, and hugged him, and kissed him. My daughter was like.. But mom, you don't have your cabbage? You don't care?! I said "No, I have a man who made a mistake and his love is MUCH more important than any cabbage."
We hugged and kissed. He has a thing he always does in front of the kids as a joke. He grabs the closest object and covers our face as he kisses me. My kids will always say.. "I saw!" even though they didn't.. It's ok if they see. I want them to see that it's good to be loved.
I love this man! Even when I am mean, angry, and PMSing he loves me!! <3 <3 <3
Friday, May 31, 2013
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