Yesterday was one of those are days where we had NOTHING going on. And it was so nice. Home from 8 o'clock mass and the day was ours. And was that an amazing feeling! I made J run to Office Max with me to grab the penny and quarter school supplies - yes, I have started school shopping already. But, I buy them when they are on sale. Especially when the middle school muppets need more supplies than the kindergartner - things that make you go hmmmm...but I digress. Not what my post is about. The reason I made the fireman go was so that he could help where the limits got in my way. So, I think we have a good start.
When we got back he decided he was going to clean my car. And it took all afternoon. My girl next door and I hit some of the other sales - $2.99 backpacks are good to have around when they die in January and all the backpacks are $30. And when we got back from our second run, he was still cleaning my car.
But, let me tell you, when I ran an errand this morning, I was amazed. Not only did he buff out all of the errant scratches and vacuum all the mini polar bears floating around my car, remove Toys R Us from my back seat, he also cleaned the insides of windows. You don't realize how accustomed you become to looking through nose prints and slobber stains, until you have a clean set of windows. WOW.
And all I can say is that I have missed him cleaning my car. He always did when we were in college and early into our married years. But as the muppets came along, it became a bigger task to tackle, with less time in which to tackle it. And it just got pushed aside and forgotten. In the grand scheme of things, no big deal.
But, for today...I am going to enjoy the bright clarity of this world through the front windows of my car. And it will take me back to our younger days...and make me smile. Sometimes it is the little things that make the marriage amazing. This is indeed one of those times.
Give those FFs some love. Find a way to have some fun with your muppets and enjoy the beginning of this week.
Showing posts with label 5 Love Languages. Show all posts
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Monday, July 22, 2013
Monday, June 10, 2013
Don't Tell Me, Show Me
That is usually my mantra. Words are easy, actions really show me what you mean.
And my FF knows that. We have been together for 17 years and married for nearly 15 of those. He definitely knows what makes me tick. And he has been working his butt off to show me what he means. His latest took nearly the entire week to complete - our patio. I'll get some pics of that up here once the weather is nice and I can get a nice finished product pic.
But last night, after he spent the whole day back filling and moving dirt and cleaning up the tools and...and... and...
He was sitting on the couch, clearly wiped out. He looked at me out of no where and said, "You know I love you, more now than ever before. I mean that." And my heart just melted. As if he hadn't done enough for me all weekend, this was indeed the cherry on the sundae.
He is the love of my life.
He was sitting on the couch, clearly wiped out. He looked at me out of no where and said, "You know I love you, more now than ever before. I mean that." And my heart just melted. As if he hadn't done enough for me all weekend, this was indeed the cherry on the sundae.
He is the love of my life. 
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Talk is Cheap, Show Me
I know everyone is envious of me. I just know it. Especially today. Up at 4:30am - on Sunday - planning on what everyone is going to wear to 8am mass. Admit it. Okay, truth be told, I wasn't planning on being up, but while I was laying in bed convincing myself that I didn't really have to go to the bathroom, I started planning my day. Once I do that, my brain does not shut off and I am so much better off just getting up and starting my day. My FF is home, so if I become tired, I can find a way to sneak in a nap should the need arise.
J has been home since Valentine's Day, after working a million-bazillion 48s - one right after another. Okay, perhaps million-bazillion is a bit of an exaggeration...but it seemed like it. But, he's been home and that has allowed me to do something other than play referee and run around like a chicken with my head cut off. We spent time together at family functions, he went with me to get the girls' haircuts, dinner with my dad at the Organ Piper (which the kids LOVED), went clothes shopping for us together, snuck in an impromptu dinner date just because we could, WE spent an hour with our FFW neighbor (whose FF was on duty and in the dog house all at the same time - bad mojo) and today I will be locked away in seclusion getting work done.
I am certain that work will be done around the house (I have been less than subtle with my current laundry feelings and the house NEVER looks like it does today.) while I am locked in my room with a note threatening nothing short of exile in outer Siberia if someone knocks on the door before taking said concern to Daddy. I mean if someone falls and lands on an open iron maiden that just happens to be lying around on its back - open and he needs assistance plugging the wounds, I am certain his paramedic buddies will be here fast enough to lend a hand, N is old enough to call 911, he won't need to have the kids bother me. It is that serious. I need to get work done, I needs to practice what I preach and at least put together an e-portfolio (we discussed it in September of 2011 at an inservice, after all). It will definitely allow me insight that is practical and not hypothetical. I need to grade papers, including the 10 pager that kids are starting to submit early. I need to get work done and my recent single mommyhood has not allowed that. That means I either need to hang out at Starbucks all day or lock myself in my bedroom. My bed allows me to layout materials and put my feet up.
And it will be this kind of day that my FF will pull off that reminds me how much I love him! In the Fire Fighting World, as we talk about strengthening our marriages in a vocation that, by its very nature, is almost designed to tear them down, it takes days like this. V-day has come and gone. We went to Buffalo Wild Wings (totally my choice - we got to watch the infamous MJ dunk contest and eat w/o muppets - score!), bought a Bear-proof garbage can from HOBO and there were a dozen red roses waiting for me when I got home from school - romance abounds most certainly! But clearly it takes more than that to make this insane fire-world marriage work. You also need to know what makes each other tick. One of the most prevalent titles/methods thrown around allows you to do just that. The 5 Love Languages by Gary Chapman helps you to understand where you and your spouse fit in with his categories. There are a myriad of quizzes and tools available to help you understand where each of you fall in this spectrum. Just hit up Google.
I fall into the Acts of Service and Quality Time (Quality of Time for me, however, is indeed spending time together watching sports. If you are watching it WITH me, joining in my frustration with bogus calls and Holy COW, DIDYA SEE THAT? discussions so totally counts. Hence the Dunk Contest worked for me.) categories equally as my lead Love Language. This is of no surprise to me. Talk is cheap, gifts are expensive when you have set aside another career and become a FF this late in the game - show me instead. I don't need praise, I don't need gifts. I need your attention, even if it is watching and talking about a slam dunk contest that we already know the outcome of, while licking honey BBQ off of our fingers. I need help. I man this ship 1/3 of the time totally solo and the other 2/3 of the time I don't really get a break just because he is not working. (I am literally with kids from 5am until 10pm - uninterrupted! That leaves me seven hours to lesson plan, grade papers, do my chores, blog and sleep.) It is a fine balancing act that we have found ourselves in. I support his mid-life crazy career change and he speaks my love language.
Today will be one of those days - and it won't cost him a dime. I simply need him to organize the muppets and get this house cleaned and laundry done. He won't enjoy it and the kids won't like that I am inaccessible. But they will somehow do it. It is a day that I need.
Make sure you know what speaks to you AND how to speak your FF's Love Language. This is not just about you, especially not in the world we find ourselves in. It definitely a 2-man operation to make things work. If you need a translator, find a friend that can help you speak your FF's language until you become fluent. Also, make sure your FF knows what you need. They can be amazing, but they are not mind-readers. Let them know.
My muppets are so cute while they are sleeping...ahh. Thinking I might snuggle back in with my FF. Be sure your FF knows that you want them in your world and your kids know that they are indeed blessings. Have a great week if I don't talk to you before the weekend!
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| Spa Day for the girls! |
I am certain that work will be done around the house (I have been less than subtle with my current laundry feelings and the house NEVER looks like it does today.) while I am locked in my room with a note threatening nothing short of exile in outer Siberia if someone knocks on the door before taking said concern to Daddy. I mean if someone falls and lands on an open iron maiden that just happens to be lying around on its back - open and he needs assistance plugging the wounds, I am certain his paramedic buddies will be here fast enough to lend a hand, N is old enough to call 911, he won't need to have the kids bother me. It is that serious. I need to get work done, I needs to practice what I preach and at least put together an e-portfolio (we discussed it in September of 2011 at an inservice, after all). It will definitely allow me insight that is practical and not hypothetical. I need to grade papers, including the 10 pager that kids are starting to submit early. I need to get work done and my recent single mommyhood has not allowed that. That means I either need to hang out at Starbucks all day or lock myself in my bedroom. My bed allows me to layout materials and put my feet up.
And it will be this kind of day that my FF will pull off that reminds me how much I love him! In the Fire Fighting World, as we talk about strengthening our marriages in a vocation that, by its very nature, is almost designed to tear them down, it takes days like this. V-day has come and gone. We went to Buffalo Wild Wings (totally my choice - we got to watch the infamous MJ dunk contest and eat w/o muppets - score!), bought a Bear-proof garbage can from HOBO and there were a dozen red roses waiting for me when I got home from school - romance abounds most certainly! But clearly it takes more than that to make this insane fire-world marriage work. You also need to know what makes each other tick. One of the most prevalent titles/methods thrown around allows you to do just that. The 5 Love Languages by Gary Chapman helps you to understand where you and your spouse fit in with his categories. There are a myriad of quizzes and tools available to help you understand where each of you fall in this spectrum. Just hit up Google.
I fall into the Acts of Service and Quality Time (Quality of Time for me, however, is indeed spending time together watching sports. If you are watching it WITH me, joining in my frustration with bogus calls and Holy COW, DIDYA SEE THAT? discussions so totally counts. Hence the Dunk Contest worked for me.) categories equally as my lead Love Language. This is of no surprise to me. Talk is cheap, gifts are expensive when you have set aside another career and become a FF this late in the game - show me instead. I don't need praise, I don't need gifts. I need your attention, even if it is watching and talking about a slam dunk contest that we already know the outcome of, while licking honey BBQ off of our fingers. I need help. I man this ship 1/3 of the time totally solo and the other 2/3 of the time I don't really get a break just because he is not working. (I am literally with kids from 5am until 10pm - uninterrupted! That leaves me seven hours to lesson plan, grade papers, do my chores, blog and sleep.) It is a fine balancing act that we have found ourselves in. I support his mid-life crazy career change and he speaks my love language. Today will be one of those days - and it won't cost him a dime. I simply need him to organize the muppets and get this house cleaned and laundry done. He won't enjoy it and the kids won't like that I am inaccessible. But they will somehow do it. It is a day that I need.
Make sure you know what speaks to you AND how to speak your FF's Love Language. This is not just about you, especially not in the world we find ourselves in. It definitely a 2-man operation to make things work. If you need a translator, find a friend that can help you speak your FF's language until you become fluent. Also, make sure your FF knows what you need. They can be amazing, but they are not mind-readers. Let them know.
My muppets are so cute while they are sleeping...ahh. Thinking I might snuggle back in with my FF. Be sure your FF knows that you want them in your world and your kids know that they are indeed blessings. Have a great week if I don't talk to you before the weekend!
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