My husband makes me crazy sometimes. He does gross things like takes off his stinky socks and leaves them on the living room floor. I end up picking them up and putting them in the hamper. I’ve tried a couple of times to just leave them, but by day three, my eye is twitching and I’m moving the couch to find the six stinky, crumpled socks that I know are somewhere in the living room. Now my boys are learning that it’s okay to take off their clothes and drop them wherever. One day, my child’s future mate is going to wonder why his mother raised him to drop his dirty socks in the living room and the answer is that I tried, I really, really tried.
When I was single, my mom once told me that you have to be absolutely crazy about someone to marry them. You have to be crazy about them so that you are willing to overlook the small things that they do that will make you nuts.
I’m crazy about my husband and sometimes I’m not really sure how he does it. Yesterday he worked ten hours. It was my late night at work so he had to pick up the kids, feed them dinner, and then drag all three of them up to the ballpark for Brady’s first T-ball practice. When I got off work, I met them at the field to take the littles home. Sully insisted on staying (we pick our battles with Mr. Three), so I brought Colin home to put him to bed. Colin had other plans. By the time Mark and the older boys got home, it was nearly nine o’clock. I was feeling stressed (and crabby) because it was already past bedtime, all three boys were still up, and Brady still needed to be bathed. I was at my wit’s end with the baby. I had also worked a ten hour day, went directly to the ballpark, and then came home to deal with a grumpy baby (very ineffectively.) Mark calmly took the baby from me and walked him to sleep while I bathed Brady and got the older boys off to bed. He did not seem to be distressed at all even though it was late, he had a long day, and had to be back at work the next day at 6 am for a 12 hour day. He’s my hero, and when I think about how hard he works and how he never complains, I do believe I love him more now than the day I married him.
I’m so crazy about him that I will overlook the fact that he drops his dirty socks on the living room floor and when I pick them up, I will have joy in my heart. Just kidding. Dirty socks on the living room floor are still gross.