Do you know I just googled "laying low" to see if it is legit? It is officially in the Urban Dictionary, so I'll consider it a valid title, and not just my "Missouri" coming out.
So that's where I sit today on my Figuring US Out Friday. I'm Laying Low.
Sometimes, in a marriage, you've got to just lay low and not let it hurt your feelings. Right now, hubs is overwhelmed - like completely - with work. He's always working at maximum capacity, but in this moment, he is well beyond maximum capacity.
There isn't much that I can do for him.
I can have dinner ready when he walks in (because really, there is not a more comforting feeling in the world than coming home to the smells of dinner). I can carry as much of the home load as I can, and quietly try to lift him.
I can listen without prying. I can encourage without pushing. I can give without getting.
Sometimes marriage is like that.
Sometimes, "we" takes a back seat to "you". Sometimes, "we" takes a backseat to "me". It's how this thing works.
Now, now, now... Don't get me wrong. "We" MUST be the focus 98% of the time, but that tiny little 2% sometimes needs to be on one of us. I get 1%, he gets the other.
It doesn't last long.
I'm not sure, when in the thick of it, the receiver even recognizes it. I usually don't. It isn't until things balance back out that we can look back and appreciate the support.
Sometimes one of us just has to hold the ladder, so the other one can reach a little higher.
I'm ladder holding. I'm supporting without demanding. I'm laying low.
...and that folks, that's what a real marriage looks like.
So that's where I sit today on my Figuring US Out Friday. I'm Laying Low.
Sometimes, in a marriage, you've got to just lay low and not let it hurt your feelings. Right now, hubs is overwhelmed - like completely - with work. He's always working at maximum capacity, but in this moment, he is well beyond maximum capacity.
There isn't much that I can do for him.
I can have dinner ready when he walks in (because really, there is not a more comforting feeling in the world than coming home to the smells of dinner). I can carry as much of the home load as I can, and quietly try to lift him.
I can listen without prying. I can encourage without pushing. I can give without getting.
Sometimes marriage is like that.
Sometimes, "we" takes a back seat to "you". Sometimes, "we" takes a backseat to "me". It's how this thing works.
Now, now, now... Don't get me wrong. "We" MUST be the focus 98% of the time, but that tiny little 2% sometimes needs to be on one of us. I get 1%, he gets the other.
It doesn't last long.
I'm not sure, when in the thick of it, the receiver even recognizes it. I usually don't. It isn't until things balance back out that we can look back and appreciate the support.
Sometimes one of us just has to hold the ladder, so the other one can reach a little higher.
I'm ladder holding. I'm supporting without demanding. I'm laying low.
...and that folks, that's what a real marriage looks like.