Thank You, God!

I have made it a policy to never talk about whatever issues hubby and I may have with each other on a personal basis. My relationship with him is MY relationship with him. It works for us and whatever doesn't, we fix. When hubby and I were in the engagement era, we talked about what was important in a relationship. What were the deal breakers and the deal makers. The big issue for me was, is, and probably will always be communication. If we can't talk about something, we're done. We may not always agree, but we always talk about it. 

I have also been very vocal in the fact that God hand picked my husband for me. He put us in the right place at the right time with the right circumstances. He knew that the two of us desperately needed was each other. He knew that by bringing the two of us together, we would have an amazing life together. He was right.

Without going into too much detail, things have been strained around here to say the least. When the kids and I were in Texas, hubby worked every day except one. He may have had one other day off, but the important part here is that he worked almost 5 weeks straight. He took several days off to bring us home. I have never been happier to see someone than when we picked him up at the airport. He hasn't had a decent day off since we've been home. He may have had 2 full weekends off work, but that meant full weekends at home. all work and no play makes hubby a tired, snarky man.

When hubby works overtime, that means that I work overtime. And do not, for one second, think that I am doing nothing at home but cruising Facebook. First you have to catch me at home. When I am home, I'm working. And trying to snatch 10 minutes here and there to read. And teach the kids new chores. This week our new chore is laundry. I am happy about that. The kids not so much. I could go on and on. By 8 o'clock I am ready for my kids to go to bed. Now. Goodnight! Suffice it to say that all work and no play makes mama a tired, snarky woman.

Hubby's working so much overtime so we can pay off our debt. We wracked up a ton of it when he was contracting and we are trying, desperately sometimes, to have enough money to put gas in the vehicles and pay the bills. We hope and pray that we can have about 90% of our debt paid off in a year and a half. Right now, though, we are tired, we are snarky, and for awhile we weren't talking about the issue, but we were great at dancing around it.

The dam finally broke last night. Just one small whispered statement from hubby and we were able to talk about what's been happening, how damn tired we both are, how much we miss each other, and how glad we were that we were finally talking about it. It was like the weight of the world was gone. We weren't just talking, we were communicating.

I love that man. I love that he works hard for his family. I love that when he holds me his arms go all the way around me. I love that, no matter what, we can always talk about it. And I love that my man was hand picked for me.