Like clockwork. Chad will come home and take off his socks. Those socks will immediately crumple into a ball, inside out, and land on the floor. On the floor they stay. Until I pick them up. However. Like clockwork, Ali goes into her room, [yes I'm speaking in third person] opens her dresser drawer to get something out, and leaves it open. Chad bangs his knee. Always.
Sometimes I feel like we’re doing the cell block tango…
You know how people have these little habits that get you down?
Like Bernie. Bernie liked to chew gum. No, not chew….POP!
So I came home one day and I am really irritated and looking for a little sympathy,
And there’s Bernie layin’ on the couch Drinkin’ a beer and chewin’ No, not chewin’….Poppin’
So, I said to him I said, “If you pop that gum one more time…”
The socks used to really bother me. I’d get furious and want to boycott laundry. I felt disrespected and stepped on as a help mate. “Why can’t he pick up his own socks?!” I’d be fuming and fussing, and when Chad came home from work, I’d have a grudge. After all, his socks, his problem. He was the one with the stuff to work out. False. I think God put Chad in my life to leave socks on the floor. To say, “Ali, you think you’re so easy going but you can’t even handle socks.” As much as I’d like to believe it’s Chad’s problem, I know the lesson was for me. Because I’m selfish and want things done my way. My way is comfortable and anything uncomfortable must go. But Chad IS different than I am. In fact, Chad is quite the opposite of me in most ways. But I chose to marry him. So if I want to get rid of things that make me uncomfortable, I’d need to get rid of Chad. See the train of thought? God puts our spouse in our life to challenge us. So when you feel challenged, make room for growth.
Lesson learned. I’m still learning to joyfully pick up socks. Flip them right side out. Put them in the hamper. Now if I can just learn to close the drawers…