I generally don't put much stock in reincarnation, but lately I have had an itching suspicion that in previous life Misty was a Stalin era guard in a Soviet work camp. I think she was the guard that other guards were scared of. From sunrise to sunset I have been tasked with a multitude of "projects". When I propose a project (like a water slide that goes from our house to the stream below) they are promptly nixed. The other day I was caught putting extra bread (my dinner) in my socks (for later) and she put me in solitary for three days.
It has been said that hell has no fury like a woman scorned... I think they got that wrong. Hell has no fury like a nesting woman.
I kid, Misty, as always has been very sweet and genteel these last several months (four years for that matter). However, it is quite apparent she is nesting. It is quite cute and endearing. Already this summer season I have taken down a fence, tiled and grouted a floor*, disassembled and reassembled a closet, and built very shoddy planter boxes... very shoddy. Seriously these planter boxes are so shoddy (how shoddy are they?) They are so shoddy, I think if plants were planted in there, they would be the kind of plants that cooked meth and married their cousins.
Anywho, Misty has been nesting, and she makes a nice nest. I see it as an act of faith by her part, faith that we will be able to adopt and start our family. Which is ironic, because usually I am the optimistic one in our marriage. But her nesting is saying "we will have kids running around our home... and it better damn well be ready".
This is optimism I have had a hard time accepting lately. I look at what we have raised, in the context have how long we have been raising, and I think we have so much longer to go. I am tired of trying to be hopeful. I am discouraged and when I am discouraged I easily lose sight of the goal.
This is the beautiful think about marriage and one of the many reasons why I love my wife. When one of us in the depth of despair and can't see through it, the other can provide a picture of what can be. And that makes all the difference.
Alright, I have to go now. Misty will be home soon, and I haven't put a third coat of paint on the wall yet. She'll notice... and it won't be pretty.
It has been said that hell has no fury like a woman scorned... I think they got that wrong. Hell has no fury like a nesting woman.
I kid, Misty, as always has been very sweet and genteel these last several months (four years for that matter). However, it is quite apparent she is nesting. It is quite cute and endearing. Already this summer season I have taken down a fence, tiled and grouted a floor*, disassembled and reassembled a closet, and built very shoddy planter boxes... very shoddy. Seriously these planter boxes are so shoddy (how shoddy are they?) They are so shoddy, I think if plants were planted in there, they would be the kind of plants that cooked meth and married their cousins.
Anywho, Misty has been nesting, and she makes a nice nest. I see it as an act of faith by her part, faith that we will be able to adopt and start our family. Which is ironic, because usually I am the optimistic one in our marriage. But her nesting is saying "we will have kids running around our home... and it better damn well be ready".
This is optimism I have had a hard time accepting lately. I look at what we have raised, in the context have how long we have been raising, and I think we have so much longer to go. I am tired of trying to be hopeful. I am discouraged and when I am discouraged I easily lose sight of the goal.
This is the beautiful think about marriage and one of the many reasons why I love my wife. When one of us in the depth of despair and can't see through it, the other can provide a picture of what can be. And that makes all the difference.
Alright, I have to go now. Misty will be home soon, and I haven't put a third coat of paint on the wall yet. She'll notice... and it won't be pretty.
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