Here we have another case of "mother knows best" -- My husband is a Landscaper (think I've mentioned that) -- He is always doing odd things like 'plugging yards' or 'building a ditch bank' and as the good wife that I am, I just let him go his marry way -- I, on the other hand, 'teach children' or 'go to school' -- nothing too extravagant or worthy of looking up in an encyclopedia --
So, this morning I didn't get a call to substitute teach for the first time in a few weeks and I was enjoying the bed (and having a really weird dream) -- Anyhow, my phone rings and it's Dan -- I answer pleasantly and on the other end I hear this "I drove my truck into a F*&%# hole, I need you to drive out here and pick me up so I can get my tractor and pull my G*&^ D*%$# self out of here" -- "OK, honey... no problem" -- sheesh, that sucks --
So, I get dressed, pee and throw on a hat and I'm there in 20 minutes -- He rants for the first 3 minutes about how he was already supposed to be somewhere else by now and how he's afraid he's broken *something* (I couldn't tell you what that was) and how it is going to cost such n' such money and so much time and then... silence --
Being the 'sweet' wife that I am, I decide to break the silence and lighten things up by mentioning that I don't get as great of gas mileage in town -- He responds with "Well you take off really fast, it would help if you slowed down" -- I quickly realized that wasn't the thing to do and now he's annoying me, so I'll be quiet again... it was more peaceful that way -- He interprets that as "see, you always get mad when I say even one little thing" -- OK... now I'm really annoyed and I just want to get home ASAP -- We get home and he just gets out of the car without any sort of "thank you" and so I gladly get inside and start making my coffee -- As I'm reeling over how he's treated me and how he could have at least been grateful that I picked him up, blah blah blah.... I drop my coffee pot; it shatters --
Now I'm pissed.... and ranting "OMG -- this sucks! Now I can't have coffee, I'm going to have to drive across town to get a cup of coffee, then pay money to have get a new pot..." and it hits me -- Here I am so upset about a stupid coffee pot and my husband just broke his truck! The vehicle he uses to earn a living! He has to spend his time and money fixing his truck and all I can think about is how he offended me?
So... lesson of the day? What goes around, comes around and LET IT TEACH YOU SOMETHING -- Stop being so self-centered -- Take 30 seconds to put yourself in your spouses shoes on and really feel what they may be facing -- I mean seriously... there's nothing like a broken coffee pot to really put life into perspective ;0)