I really am a terrible wife. My hubby is a pretty terrific guy and I tend to forget this. There, now you know.
Just when I think I am doing great and pulling it all off I realize it is only because I have totally dropped the ball in one area of my life. This week that abandoned ball was my husband.
I missed our anniversary. So did he actually, but he remembered first and pulled of a sneak-attack date by tricking me into thinking we needed to get something notarized. Now first of all the notarizing– it sent me into a terrible panic because I have not seen my driver’s license in WEEKS. So after an hour of freaking out and tearing everything apart looking for it, he came home and said that it was in the car. So off we went, me rambling on and on about all the things I need to do and how since the kids and I were all sick last week I am so behind and BLAH BLAH BLAH. Then I started checking my messages as we drove. For real, who am I? I don’t even recognize myself.
We pulled up at the restaurant and he handed me a card and a box from Betty’s Divine. The card had Bon Jovi lyrics on it and a sheep. I realized what day it was (actually what day FOUR DAYS AGO was) and burst into tears. “I am a terrible wife.”
So this low point was just what I needed. I shut up. I shut off. We had dinner. I looked into his eyes and saw glimpses of who he was when we met, when we had our sons, when we married and who he will be when his hair is silver or long gone. I like him. A lot. I had forgotten.
We make a great team but sometimes it is really important to remember that we are more than a team. We chose each other. We are here on purpose. He likes to dance. He will dress up with me for costume parties. He gets up with the kids at night. He is really tall and has great smile lines. Who is this guy? He is mine and he loves his terrible, lucky wife — who still has no stinkin’ idea where her driver’s license is.
Elke Govertsen, mom of two wild and wonderful boys, terrible wife to Pauly and publisher of Mamalode.
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Oh those days of being terrible at the important things. Good news? You’re not a terrible wife, of course. Just a normal, at times forgetful, so-much-on-your-plate mama. Glad you enjoyed dinner. Sweet photo of you two.
When you were little… I forgot fathers day. You come by this through your blood line… sorry Mom
I forgot Valentine’s Day. Totally. Came home to dinner and flowers empty handed. And Seth really could have cared less. I got him a card the following day with pretty mountains on it. I think he liked the picture more than anything I’d written. Here’s to the terrible wife in all of us.
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