McKay: ...you kind of look like...
Me: ...a fortune-teller.
Dress: Anthro; Headband: Nords; Bracelets: Ecuador
Last night McKay and I had one of those special talks. And by "special" I mean the "I'm frustrated about this in our life," type of discussion. He sat in a kitchen chair and I sat on a living room chair and watched as my sweet husband tried to sensitively and simply convey what the problem really was.
McKay is very organized, his brain kind of works like this:
I have a planner. It is 3:00. What does my planner say for 3:00? Oh, it says that I need to get a snack. I am going to go get a snack. Now it's 3:15. Let me check the planner. 3:15...I need to work on my computer. I will do that now. Now it's 5:00, time to leave work. and so on...(a little exaggerated, but you get the point.)
This is how my brain works:
It's morning. I'm hungry...let's eat. Okay, laundry pile...I don't want to do that. Play with Jax. I need to plan dinner. I think I am going to run an errand first. First though, I need to do this thing. Jax is hungry. Crap, I forgot about this. K, McKay gets off in an hour...let's try to squeeze five things in...(etc.)
Back to the talk:
Cute husband was trying to describe the thing that was causing his life to become so unorganized and unpredictable. Though the message was convoluted, I knew exactly what he needed. So I finished his sentence,
You need dinner right when you come home.
And there it was. He smiled. I smiled. Problem solved.
Before I got married, I was one of those girls who pictured things like in the movies (the old-fashioned ones). Basically, perfect. I remember my English teacher saying that wives should have dinner ready for our husbands right when they got home regardless of anything else going on- fussy kids, work to do, whatever...dinner should be ready. She also said that if she could do it, anyone could. And I agreed. It should be doable and easy.
Then I got married and had a baby.
So dinner when McKay gets home is my new goal. Not always easy, but doable. Prioritizing has got to be one of the hardest things for me. Usually things just pop into my head and I do them according to arrival. I mean, I always feed McKay...but sometimes it's at 8:00...and sometimes it's pancakes.