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Almost one week ago today-it happened.
Things piled up at school.
I was carrying a lot of work home.
The weather was changing. Just enough to remind us that we live in the Midwest. Not enough to really slow anyone down. Just sluggish.
And enough weather to make us want to hibernate a bit more.
As we try to squeeze in one more run, the words start to fly.
"Hurry up! The rain is coming!"
"I'm trying to find my socks!"
Isn't it funny, the people we love the most are the ones we are quickest to fly words with?
I sit down to work.
The storm comes.
A surge dances through the house. First the kitchen. Then the living room.
"No Network Detected."
Right away, I know I have to use this time to unplug a bit. Slicing--just not an option to squeeze it in.
(More Ugh-ing here.)
It was kind of a bad day.
I used that whole time to try and go on the defensive from the flying words.
(And I read a whole bunch too.)
To become "more independent."
But all along, I'm tuned in to the emotions.
I can't hide behind the router.
Why do I do that?
Because I'm a spicy soul, that's why.
(See Jen Hatmaker's Book, For the Love. No really. Get the book. I'll wait here.)
I do big emotions. I'm obnoxious. I'm passionate and emotional. I forgot to be the Darling Lamb of a wife and instead, became firey.
(Again, thanks Jen for giving this words!)
But we are getting to be "Oldyweds" and staying defensive just isn't very fun.
Nor is it really the way.
Reconciliation starts at the dinner table.
The conversation is so good, we pause to determine if the children should actually be invited to dinner.
(Don't worry-we fed the children.)
Then we run.
It's there that the rest of the reconciliation happens.
The router comes.
It takes about 30 minutes before I'm firey about Wi-fi use amongst the Little People.
(Seriously with the Star Wars and the Dragons?!?!?)
But there are snuggles and reconciliations for everyone. Even me.
Bedtime is near.
And I can write again.
It really worked out the way it was supposed to.