This time, we fought over the kids. I learned to appreciate very early in our relationship that we were raised very differently and immediately knew, my husband would be the perfect compliment to everything that I wanted in a family.
He's fun, loving, spontaneous, loves and respects his family, friendly and a little disorganized.
My upbringing was very structured. Tidy home, regular routines, a system of earning and rewards and a relatively consistent mother; although void of anything that resembled nurturing and/or loving behaviors. My sisters and I knew there was an underlying purpose of love and care, but it resembled more of a military boot camp rather than a home with three little girls.
My husband's on the other hand was slightly different, tons of love and respect (albeit tough love and respect) and togetherness.
Neither of our families were rich, or able to provide anything more than we needed.
When I had my children, I decided I would be a little different than my mother. I envisioned I would maintain a home that was clean, full of routine, toghterness, love and nurturing, but my husband on the other hand has decided that we should take another road.
Because we didn't have much growing up, my husband decided that he wanted to give our children everything he never had and that everything would always be done "BIG" as he describes it. Routine structure, order and all of those other things that are high on my list of importance fall to the bottom of his.
Okay, so in the middle of this post...he decides that he has to get up and begin cleaning out of sock drawer and closet at 5:30 in the morning....ARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!
I need a tall glass of wine....
So, my husband and I have to get back on the same page because our lives are no longer moving with the same deliberation and purpose as they once were.
I want to sleep or have quiet me time and he wants to turn on the light and clean....
I want to clean on a Saturday afternoon and he wants to sleep....
I want to put the kids down for bed and he wants to run through the house with Mouseketeer ears from our Disney vacation.
I put the kids in their beds, he takes them out and puts them in ours.
I say one snack per day and he's say three....
I just don't get it....
This is not what Bill and Claire Huxtable did...
This didn't happen in the Brady's house...
What the hell?!!!!!
Well at least I'm not lonely at this moment...and I guess I should take whatever he's willing to do and whenever he is willing to do it...because it may be a long time before he decides to pick anything up again....
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