Swing and a Miss
One of the luxuries my wife and I enjoy is the ability to tell each other what we truly think. It may go through a couple “nothing’s wrongs,” but eventually, we get out what we need to say to each other. And it usually turns out to be the best thing for each other, because we draw that much closer to understanding each other completely.
So, with all the courage I could muster, I waited until we nearly fell asleep last night to tell her that she’s been having mood swings lately. I said it nicely, with plenty of tact. I waited for her to go silent on me, or to blow up. “Either way,” I thought, “this isn’t going to end up in a restful night’s sleep.”
And, as my soul mate is prone to do, she completely surprised me. She playfully pretended to be offended, and we fell asleep in each other’s embrace. And when we awoke this morning, she was in a subdued mood, customary for the most non-morning person in the world.
I completely didn’t see that coming.
I was under the impression that mentioning the mood swings of a nearly five-month-pregnant woman would create a deluge of emotion, sure to sweep up the person bold enough to travel into the rough waters. Not with my wife. She seemed to take it well, and seemed to be glad that I was willing to keep our silent agreement of complete honesty at all times.
I whiffed on that assessment about my girl. She may go crazy every now and then, but when it counts, no matter what kind of number Mother Nature is doing on her body, what we are is what we always will be.
