Dear Santa,
I know this is a last minute request seeing how it’s Christmas Eve and all. I’m sure the elves already have your sleigh loaded and ready to make tonight’s rounds. But I was wondering if you could possibly spare room for one last thing?
I’m not asking for a lot. Just a little Patience to get me through until I can refill my reserves on my own. A smidge stuffed in my stocking should do me.
You see, I’ve tried very hard to be patient with my husband this year, but now I’m about all tapped out.
First, he was working incredible hours, traveling a lot for business, and I rarely saw him. He decided quitting and moving us back to Jacksonville would be the answer.
He found a job that didn’t require travel, we put the house on the market, and he went to work at the new job while I stayed behind to sell the house. We did this for four months before he decided that wasn’t quite what he wanted either and decided to get his old job back.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m grateful (though extremely confused) that he had a change of heart, we’re not moving, and he’s back home. But he’s driving me nuts.
I put up with getting the house in show shape, keeping the house tidy (a huge challenge for me, let me tell you), evacuating for showings, and in general disrupting my schedule to accommodate his plan.
I might be on your Naughty List because, yes, there were times I lost it and broke down in fits of rage. In my defense, sometimes Wayne can be clueless about how much work I actually do around here to keep things running smoothly and the only way I know to express my frustration is to yell.
And now that he’s back he keeps teasing me about not being back in the wifely groove that I was before he left. Meaning, I’m not cooking meals and keeping up on other stuff like I was before. (Like keeping the fridge stocked with his favorite beverages and such.)
He’s always been independent and does what he wants when he wants, and being away on his own for those four months sort of expounded that tendency. But guess what? Because he’s been gone so much this year I’ve grown accustomed to doing my own thing now too.
I’m sure it’s just a matter of learning to live together again, but until we get back to a rhythm could you please spare me some patience to carry me through? I would be most grateful.
Respectfully Yours,
Courtney Mroch
P.S.
Merry Christmas! There are carrots in the fridge if the reindeer need a snack. Fly safe!
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