I've been contemplating how to reply about your blog post and... I'm not sure whether I feel upset, disappointed, or sad about the choices you've made this week. I can remind you, ask you, and if want even yell at you like a drill instructor, but I can't "make" you do anything...
You need to stop saying the house is a mess and pick something up... Stop saying you're going to head to work and just go... and stop drinking caffeine!!!! If I know you, your chest hurts right now and you want to go into your room, close the door and cry... But that is NOT going to happen. You are going to get dressed, take the kids to the park so they can run around, and on your new iPhone5 text me a list of all the reasons why you love being a mom and wife.
I expect that text no later than 4pm and will ask the kids if they went to the park today...
I don't care about any cards you need to run, or errands...the consequence for noncompliance will be the repossession of your phone when I get home. I'm not kidding... I'll get a standard cell phone that only makes calls and eat the data plan for the foreseeable future.
You want me to help you get on track... roger that
Just know that I love you unconditionally...
I know. I'm going now. It's so hard not to cry.
I know lover... But you can do this ...
I thought long and hard about what he asked of me. It's not fear of losing my phone. It's knowing that he is so upset that he would "eat" the cost of the data plan in order to enforce his point. I'm sure that if he were anywhere near home, I wouldn't have been able to sit down for a week. I can't really guarantee that he won't do that when he gets home. He did go pretty easy on me considering.
I texted him back at 3:39.
Why I love being a mom:
Pride. All of my reasons boil down to that one word. They have amazing thoughts and do incredible things. They make me laugh and make me cry. They are so smart. And they are mine.
Why I love being a wife:
I'm not alone and I'm not lonely when I'm with you. We make the perfect team. You make me laugh. You hold me and love me and I'm not as afraid anymore. I love to please you. I love to see you smile and love being the reason that you do.
I'm not good at this. My reasons are probably all wrong. I'm not sure of the purpose of this exercise. My love for you and the kids is why I feel like such a failure.
Now please text me a pic of the kids at the park ... (I did as he asked)
Excellent... Now make that picture the wall paper on your phone
They look happy! The seem glad to be outside and they are grateful you brought the to the park ....
The "point" of the request is simple...for you to do what I asked of you.
Alright. I understand.
Good... :)I didn't know I could be taken in hand from 2,367 miles away. A later request from him had us going to see Finding Nemo 3D. It is the same as the movie we already have, only very 3D-ier. The detail was amazing. It was a late night and the kids went down pretty easy when we got home. I did too come to think of it.
Hubby requested that we go to church. I typically don't go without him unless I'm singing, so this was a challenge in itself. We were there on time. I was uncomfortable. It's not that I don't know anyone, just that I feel incomplete without him.
After church, we did a little shopping, got some stuff for the kittens, and some groceries. It was a pretty relaxing day. I'm hoping to get the house picked up by Saturday. I would like for the kids to have fun that day since the rest of the week will be spent trying to reclaim our living space.
I really can't wait for Hubby to get home. I don't care if the first thing he does is correct me for my transgressions or make passionate love to me or even pass out because it's too darn late to do anything and we will deal with it all the next day. I just want him home. 2 weeks is too long. :(