Fighting The Good Fight
If you’ve been tuned in recently, then you know my wife and I have been absolutely swamped with moving into our new house. We are near completion on the herculean home swap, be it has certainly taken a toll on the normal life we usually enjoy. Fatigue, obligations to school and work, and feeling that it will be never ending have us snapping on each other like bear traps.
Don’t get me wrong, we’re still tight like glue, but stress is indeed a mutha, and it can back over you and your relationship like a UHaul truck with a bad stick shift if you don’t know how to manage it. I wouldn’t say that we are managing it, but we are employing some good sticking and moving techniques when we find ourselves on the verge.
If I start sticking it to her, she knows exactly when to move and cut it off, and vice versa.
We’ve had some moments of tenderness that have been like an oasis in a desert of packing boxes, putting up blinds and trying to find room in the garage. Eating meals, watching football together, and talking late into the night have been some highlights. The other good thing; the arguments that we’ve had have been strictly situational; nothing that has evolved into “you always” or “I never.”
It feels like we are truly glad to be so blessed with a house and with each other; I just hope the hell we have been raising stays small enough for us not to forget the blessings.
