The Glue That Keeps Us Together
The last several months (okay, years, since having kids really) have been hard for me and the hubs. We don't get that one on one time that we really need and things had taken a turn for the worse there for a while after Calloway was born. It's only been the last two weeks that things have started to look up in our relationship, like God knew we needed some peace and quiet.
You see, I always have one child or another glued to me, asking questions and needing help (keep in mind I also watch another 2 year old girl on top of our soon to be 3 yr old and 9 month old). I was maxed out not just emotionally but physically. My personal bubble had been invaded, exploded to be honest and at the end of the day I just wanted to curl up in a ball and hope for an hour of rest. When the hubs would want some personal time with me I would come up with some excuse, usually just that I was too tired to do anything and I mean ANYTHING - that includes even sitting though a football game with him and I LOVE football. I wasn't lying about my exhaustion either, anyone who knows me could probably see it on my face or in the way I carried myself around. Then again, maybe not.
Recently though, something in our lives changed, I'm not sure what to be exact but it seems we have found the time we have been needing. The time to sit on the couch and catch a game or movie after the kids go to bed. I may not always make it through the last quarter and fall asleep on the hubbies lap but that's what we need. We need the quiet moments, the touch of one another (even if it is just me laying on him and passing out) and to be able to have a conversation without little ears and eyes around.
So it's become my mission to make sure that each night I spend at least a little time with the hubby to make sure the glue that is sticking us together remains intact. We can sit and read books next to one another for all I care but we need the physical closeness of one another and I never realized that to be more true than in the last two weeks. I didn't realize how much we had lost by just not touching and I never want to be in the rut we've been in ever again.
You see, I always have one child or another glued to me, asking questions and needing help (keep in mind I also watch another 2 year old girl on top of our soon to be 3 yr old and 9 month old). I was maxed out not just emotionally but physically. My personal bubble had been invaded, exploded to be honest and at the end of the day I just wanted to curl up in a ball and hope for an hour of rest. When the hubs would want some personal time with me I would come up with some excuse, usually just that I was too tired to do anything and I mean ANYTHING - that includes even sitting though a football game with him and I LOVE football. I wasn't lying about my exhaustion either, anyone who knows me could probably see it on my face or in the way I carried myself around. Then again, maybe not.
Recently though, something in our lives changed, I'm not sure what to be exact but it seems we have found the time we have been needing. The time to sit on the couch and catch a game or movie after the kids go to bed. I may not always make it through the last quarter and fall asleep on the hubbies lap but that's what we need. We need the quiet moments, the touch of one another (even if it is just me laying on him and passing out) and to be able to have a conversation without little ears and eyes around.
So it's become my mission to make sure that each night I spend at least a little time with the hubby to make sure the glue that is sticking us together remains intact. We can sit and read books next to one another for all I care but we need the physical closeness of one another and I never realized that to be more true than in the last two weeks. I didn't realize how much we had lost by just not touching and I never want to be in the rut we've been in ever again.
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