Thursday, May 7, 2009
Life is complicated.
Sometimes, I want to strangle my husband. A lot of the time actually, we are like magnets, opposites that are unavoidably drawn together. Sometimes sparks fly. I remember so vividly how hard I tried not to love him. Needless to say, it didn't work. It still amazes me that we managed not to kill each other in the last 13 years. I really think I've been mellowing toward him in the past few, at least that's what I tell myself. I'm not sure if it is a maturing process that goes on as you age, or something else. Who can say?
I've recently been noticing how many of his best qualities are starting to shine through in our children. It is a special thing, a transcendent experience. I think it is a combination of them having his DNA, and the fact that he has put so much of himself into being a hands on father to them since the moment they were born. I can fault the man on many things, but his parenting skills are not one of them. It is hard to stay mad at him for very long with these four amazing kids walking around amplifying and reflecting back at me all of the good in him.
As for the reason I wanted to strangle him today...we had to go to the county court and pay a fine so that they wouldn't put out a warrant for my arrest. Why would they put out a warrant for my arrest you ask? Because my beloved husband didn't renew my vehicle inspection sticker...which lead to me being pulled over last month and harassed by an overly aggressive police officer...which lead to my citation going missing...which lead to me receiving a letter stating that a warrant for my arrest would be issued if I didn't show up and pay a fine...which lead to me wanting to strangle him...which lead to me being distracted from my anger by this hunk of stud who smiles at me with his daddy's big brown eyes and crooked smile...ugh. I surrender.