Today marks my 100th post. I wanted to write this at home so I could add a picture to it, but I'm bored and want to write. I will probably go home and add a picture later! :)
I thought since my blog is titled "My Life As Mrs. B", I'd write about my dear husband. My dear husband that I love so much, but can drive me absolutely crazy. My dear husband who can make me so angry one second and the next second have me laughing uncontrollably. My dear husband who, although I don't always see it, is my biggest fan. Since starting school, he's told me countless times how proud of me he is and how he knows I can do it. He tells me to ignore the rest of them and that I deserve to be there just like they do.
We've definitely had our ups and downs in the past nine and a half months. We were told over and over again that marriage is hard, that it could possibly magnify every problem we already had. We ignored them, said we were different. We thought that the year we lived together beforehand cancelled out that old saying. Boy, were we wrong! But, when I actually sit back and look at it, there's no one else I can imagine going through this with.
I think about all we've been through in the past six years and I can't help but smile. We've had our rough times, but there are more fun times than anything. I think about that gorgeous 20 year old boy who stole my heart that night on the river and I love the fact that he's now the 26 year old man that I will spend the rest of my life with! I watch him with our nieces and nephew and with Tanzi Belle and it makes my heart melt. He will be an amazing father to our future children. I have no doubt in my mind should we have sons that they will look up to him as the man they want to be and I definitely have no doubt in my mind should we have daughters that they will look at him like I look at my daddy. Although I don't always see it or believe it, I'm pretty lucky to have him as my hubby!
Showing posts with label Marriage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marriage. Show all posts
Monday, September 13, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
I'm a bad wife.
Today the hubby and I have been married for 138 days. When I saw that, my heart sank. How could I have missed our 100 day mark? I'm usually very good at keeping up with things like that. Life has been rather crazy lately, so I could use that as an excuse. Right? The hubby didn't remember either, so that makes it okay. Right? This doesn't make me a bad wife. Right? Right.
Sometimes I wonder if I am, and then I get mad at myself for even wondering that. While I dream of being a domestic diva and an absolute kick ass mom, my life goal isn't to be June Cleaver. I know that the man is supposed to be the head of the household and the bread winner, while the wife stays home to keep house and watch the children. In this day and age, you're lucky if you can do that. And while I wouldn't mind terribly to do that, it just doesn't seem possible given our current financial situation. So, with that being said. I work just as many hours a week as the hubby does, even though my job isn't as strenuous as his, it certainly is stressful. I believe its only fair that we divide up the household chores and cooking duties. Now, does it happen that way? No. I still end up doing a majority of the work around the house. In his defense, the hubby does wash his own clothes and we take turns washing dishes. He takes out the trash and if I need help with something, he'll do it. If I don't feel like cooking, he'll fix him something to eat. No big deal.
However, I always see women on Facebook talking about how they're doing this for their hubby and they're doing that for their hubby, or better yet "a woman's work is never done". And I instantly feel guilty. I feel like I'm not taking care of him like a wife should. Does that make sense? While I grew up in a home where my mother did everything for everyone of us (sometimes pops chipped in), I was still taught that I'm my own person and that I'm a man's equal. I feel that a marriage makes you a team, with both sides giving an equal amount of effort. While I'm not biblical scholar, I know that the Bible states that the man is the head of the house and he has the last say. But, I also know that the Bible also says the man should love his wife as Christ loved the church. While ultimately, I know if there ever was a big decision, whether I was against it or not, I would go with what he says. I just can't ever see us dealing with something like that. For the most part, we are usually on the same page. And for that, I am very grateful.
Sometimes I wonder if I am, and then I get mad at myself for even wondering that. While I dream of being a domestic diva and an absolute kick ass mom, my life goal isn't to be June Cleaver. I know that the man is supposed to be the head of the household and the bread winner, while the wife stays home to keep house and watch the children. In this day and age, you're lucky if you can do that. And while I wouldn't mind terribly to do that, it just doesn't seem possible given our current financial situation. So, with that being said. I work just as many hours a week as the hubby does, even though my job isn't as strenuous as his, it certainly is stressful. I believe its only fair that we divide up the household chores and cooking duties. Now, does it happen that way? No. I still end up doing a majority of the work around the house. In his defense, the hubby does wash his own clothes and we take turns washing dishes. He takes out the trash and if I need help with something, he'll do it. If I don't feel like cooking, he'll fix him something to eat. No big deal.
However, I always see women on Facebook talking about how they're doing this for their hubby and they're doing that for their hubby, or better yet "a woman's work is never done". And I instantly feel guilty. I feel like I'm not taking care of him like a wife should. Does that make sense? While I grew up in a home where my mother did everything for everyone of us (sometimes pops chipped in), I was still taught that I'm my own person and that I'm a man's equal. I feel that a marriage makes you a team, with both sides giving an equal amount of effort. While I'm not biblical scholar, I know that the Bible states that the man is the head of the house and he has the last say. But, I also know that the Bible also says the man should love his wife as Christ loved the church. While ultimately, I know if there ever was a big decision, whether I was against it or not, I would go with what he says. I just can't ever see us dealing with something like that. For the most part, we are usually on the same page. And for that, I am very grateful.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)