I am not pleasing my wife. You have to be careful what you put on the Internet but heh, this is about ME! So in advance, I want to thank you for listening to how unfairly she’s treating me and thank you for taking my side.
“How come you’re piling up your stuff on the dining room table?” “Well, Diane, the dining room table is where I dump stuff when I come home. And a couple things on the table are yours. So there!”
“When are you going to pick up the piles around your easy chair? And you know that the recycling bin is overflowing. When are you going to take it to the dumpster?” “Diane, I know. I’ll get to it. OK? Let me have my morning coffee and ease into the day.”
“So what are you going to do today?” I say, “I have appointments most of the day” and she asks, “So I’ve got to do this all by myself?” In the early years of our marriage I would have said something about that being my job, but I learned not to do that. Just sit in your chair, Dale. When you get up, I tell myself, do something that she might notice and then maybe she’ll let you off the hook.
So why are Diane and I going through this patch? Because daughter Katie and her family are coming to visit us this weekend. Diane wants the house clean. “But Diane, once Drew and Jake get here, it’ll be like a tornado going through the house. Why bother?” To that she has two answers, neither of which she’ll come out and say, but I know her. The first unspoken answer is “MEN!” And the second is this, “I do it because I love my family.”
“She looks well to the ways of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: Many women have done excellently, but you surpass them all…. A woman who fears the Lord is to be praised” (Proverbs 31:27-30).
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