So, today’s post is probably going to be a hodgepodge. It’s not a leftovers post because these thoughts have been a-simmering since last night. I guess that makes it…stew? But that has sort of negative connotations, doesn’t it? Fine. Let’s skip this whole food analogy/metaphor/whatever the hell I’m doing thing.
I read a post from MoFM (whose first name I know but have SWORN to never reveal) about marriage. Specifically, her marriage. It got me to thinking about how lucky I am. And how very little I actually say that.
First, in this house, I am the craptastic spouse. (Hee. I rhymed.) I’m the one who’s a slacker and a procrastinator and a goof-off. Bill is the one who makes sure everyone has clean laundry. He makes sure that Matt’s diet doesn’t consist solely of cheesy poofs and frozen pizza. He changes poopy diapers. When it comes to marriage and family responsibility, Bill is made of win.
I’m not bad exactly, but I’m more interested in whatever Lenna’s drawn on her furniture than, y’know, actually remembering she shouldn’t draw on her furniture. When Tricia is feeding the dog Cheerios through the crate door, I’m more likely to be filming or photographing it than actually doing anything about stopping her. I side with Matt about “only wussies wear safety gear” when it comes to skateboarding.
Also, Bill is pretty darn patient with me, too. The man’s put up with a lot of garbage from me, and he’s stuck around. Some people say he’s stupid for that; he says he saw what could be and waited for it. If you ask him right now, today, he’ll saw that it was worth the wait. Do you see what I’m saying about being lucky here?!
And it’s not just Bill who makes me grateful that I had a moment of sanity and married him – his entire family makes me feel lucky and grateful. His mom and sister love and support me completely. The Gene (his dad) doesn’t smack me when I hug him (look, The Gene can only go so far, people, he has a rep to maintain). Bill’s grandparents? Well, I wish everyone in the world had people like Ruby and Jr. in their lives – the world might be a nicer place. What I’m saying is I didn’t just get a great guy; I got a great family.
You know how some people get handed crap all their life, and when they finally get something good, they hold on to it and treat it well? Yeah, that wasn’t me. I could make a good situation bad and a bad situation worse. Until Bill and his family. They’ve taught me a lot about unconditional love and being supportive and…OMG, I’m making myself a little nauseous here. I’ll quit while I’m ahead.
And Melanie’s post about race will have to sit and stew a bit more in my brain, I guess.
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