Last night the hubs came home from taking Ben to soccer practice and he and I proceeded to get into a loud, childish screaming match over what league Bradley should play in. Why? I have no freakin idea! Blame it on the huge case of PMS that's been hanging over my head for the last few days, or maybe the sheer exhaustion that hits by the end of the night. Whatever the trigger, our voices were raised in self-righteous anger and our words were quickly becoming more and more cutting. The boys, who for once were quietly reading in their beds, heard us and came out to investigate. Bradley stood in front of us and proceeded to chastise us.
"You know that you two sound just like me and Ben, right?"
OH MY GOSH!
We both stopped yelling, looked at Bradley, and looked at each other and I could see the truth of his words settling over us. He was right. We were acting like a couple of kids. We were supposed to be the mature rational voices of our family. I tucked the kids in, told Bradley "thank you" and went to my husband and apologized for loosing my cool. A few minutes later, we called Bradley back out to talk to him. His reluctance to come out changed to a smile as he saw us sitting side-by-side and I was happy that he could see that his dad and I can get into an argument but we work it out, and we still love each other.
Speaking of marriage, I have been saddened lately to see so many of my peers in troubled, unhappy unions. Everytime I turn around another couple is on the verge of divorce. Watching my friends go through these experiences makes me appreciate the relationship that I share with my husband that much more. For those of you out there, make sure that you show your partner that you appreciate all that you do for them and tell them often what they mean to you. Have fun together! Enjoy each other, love each other and never let go.
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