Married life and wifedom continue. We’ve had more ups than downs lately and I’m so thankful for that. I feel like we’re really learning how to communicate better and more consistently. We’ve both kind of figured out (ok, I have figured out) that there’s no point in letting stuff fester because eventually it’ll come out and it tends to be a whole lot less effort to just be up-front about stuff. I like that, but sometimes I get tired of it. Then other times, it’s just not the right time to bring stuff up, you know?
Take today. I have been very slow on the unpacking of my final boxes. They mainly have my sewing stuff and my arts/crafts stuff in them and htey’ve just sort of been stacked up in our guest room. Well, I got motivated today and was all excited about doing it. But as I was going through them, I just felt (as I have for a while now) like there’s no real room for me in the house. I don’t know why not, but somehow every area is taken up by MrH’s stuff and I don’t even know his organization enough to just incorporate mine into it! It makes me so frustrated – to think I can’t just independently unpack some of my office papers because I still can’t figure out where they might go! But he was getting ready for a party that he’s hosting… I feel like it wasn’t the time to bring it up at all, and now I’m sitting here feeling sad.
Being a wife can’t possibly be about this, about how to unpack stuff and arrange the house in a way that makes sense. And yet, since becoming a wife, this has been a lot more difficult than ever before. Yuck!
