There are days when I wake up exhausted. Not from a lack of sleep, but from the very thought of what is around me that I must now take on.
My husband was asked to dust. He has been home a number of days this week due to the holiday, but I have had to work. All I did was ask him to dust and pick up a little. I told him that the sheets were clean, but needed to be put on the bed, I told him that the dishwasher was dirty and thus could be loaded.
Today, I saw that he dusted one end table. He dusted half of the dinning room table, but opted to not move the items on the other side of our table to dust. So, the dust remains on half the table. He dusted no other items or objects in the house. The dishes remained in the sink, the sheets remained unfolded and not put on the bed. His shirt is still on the couch, the blankets remain unfolded, his clothes still on the bedroom floor.
I am breathing deeply to keep from crying. I'm breathing deeply to keep from screaming. I'm breathing deeply to put one foot in front of the other. To meet one corner of the blanket to the other and gently crease the middle. I'm breathing deeply to keep from crawling back in bed in a fit of depression.
I must not give in. I must trade the frustration for patience. He will begin speaking to me again in a few days, I'm sure. He will remember to dust the entire table next time, I'm positive. He will not walk out of the house for military related duty, to be gone for an extended period of time, and leave me with days worth of work to accomplish after asking me if I really need to see my friend while he is gone.
I will take a deep breath and say, "The dishes can wait, because I do need to see my friend. I need time away from the mess that is in my house, and my head, to just laugh at nothing and enjoy the sunshine." I will repeat this everyday, to remind myself that breathing, patience and time away is something that will help me remember that these are things that cannot always be helped.
My husband was asked to dust. He has been home a number of days this week due to the holiday, but I have had to work. All I did was ask him to dust and pick up a little. I told him that the sheets were clean, but needed to be put on the bed, I told him that the dishwasher was dirty and thus could be loaded.
Today, I saw that he dusted one end table. He dusted half of the dinning room table, but opted to not move the items on the other side of our table to dust. So, the dust remains on half the table. He dusted no other items or objects in the house. The dishes remained in the sink, the sheets remained unfolded and not put on the bed. His shirt is still on the couch, the blankets remain unfolded, his clothes still on the bedroom floor.
I am breathing deeply to keep from crying. I'm breathing deeply to keep from screaming. I'm breathing deeply to put one foot in front of the other. To meet one corner of the blanket to the other and gently crease the middle. I'm breathing deeply to keep from crawling back in bed in a fit of depression.
I must not give in. I must trade the frustration for patience. He will begin speaking to me again in a few days, I'm sure. He will remember to dust the entire table next time, I'm positive. He will not walk out of the house for military related duty, to be gone for an extended period of time, and leave me with days worth of work to accomplish after asking me if I really need to see my friend while he is gone.
I will take a deep breath and say, "The dishes can wait, because I do need to see my friend. I need time away from the mess that is in my house, and my head, to just laugh at nothing and enjoy the sunshine." I will repeat this everyday, to remind myself that breathing, patience and time away is something that will help me remember that these are things that cannot always be helped.
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