i remember 8 years ago when Jeff and I sat in our Orem Utah basement and watched Obama's inauguration. it was unforgettable.
and today Jeff woke me from my nap on the couch to come watch Trump get sworn in.
i only watched parts of it because Gladys, who isn't feeling well today, kept urging me to hold her and watch her movie with her, and she takes first place, but i knew that it meant a lot to Jeff to watch it, so i kept making my way back beside him.
i have to say that Trump reminds me a great deal of my husband. whenever either one of them opens their mouth, i get knots in my stomach and i feel like i am going to pass out. listening to him give his speech made me so nervous and uncomfortable. but Jeff loved every minute of it.
today's rain and last night's late night fight between Jeff and I made me really sluggish today. i spent the whole day lounging around recovering.
the fight was significant only because of where i am at in my "wife for life" journey.
last night, Jeff, in his kindness, told me that i smell bad lately.
i was offended. more than necessary.
i tried hard to follow the suggestions in the chapter i had JUST read that very day from my 'wife for life' book, and it wasn't panning out like i wanted it to... well, i should say, i wasn't really ready to go from infantile to adult in just one day, though i know the suggestions are truly the way to go.
what i was supposed to say?
i was SUPPOSED to wait until it was a good time to talk about it aka when i am not emotionally on a cliff and about to JUMP. (and i really did TRY to wait.)
i was SUPPOSED to say, "honey, you really hurt me. next time can you please _______"
but that was the problem.
i could NOT think of a better way for Jeff to announce to me that i reek. because... IS THERE A NICE WAY TO TELL SOMEONE THEY SMELL BAD? i can't think of one. and i didn't take it well. we have a long history of this issue, sadly. and no matter how far i have come over the years, when something like this resurfaces, i just lose my cool. and i wanted him to SUFFER. so i treated him like garbage for four hours.
but Jeff really did well. he did everything he could possibly do.
and then this morning, after lunch, i finally apologized. to which he quickly forgave.
here is to hoping that the next tiger attack goes better.
|Jeff got to see this at a patient's home today. its not what you think... the tiger died at the zoo and so they had it stuffed so it can live on at a museum... which is where it will go when this dude is done with it.|