Fast forward to now. Tony now has two jobs, and we still have everything we need financially, even without me working. Tony working two jobs translates into the two of us hardly ever getting to spend time together. We can't drop everything and go on vacation just because. We have to request time off. My days off are rarely his days off because he rarely gets days off, guaranteed. We don't go grocery shopping together. We don't check the mail together. We don't take out the trash together. We don't even get to be in our outrageously comfy bed at the same time because of a stupid night shift.
Last week was a rough week. We were short of temper with each other. We each expected the other to read our minds and then were upset when they didn't. Take these two instances for example...
It's approximately 7:25am. Tony worked a full 8 hour shift the night before and only got in an hour's worth of sleep before needing to get up again to be at seminary meetings. I slept and fed Hyrum the night before and I'm still asleep. I sort of remember a conversation that went something like this:
Tony: I wonder if I can get dressed and fix myself breakfast in 5 minutes...
Jeri Lin: [just barely stirring in bed] What are you going to have for breakfast?
(This is a smart choice, seeing as there is pancake batter already mixed up and in the fridge.)
Jeri Lin: Do you have the griddle turned on?
Jeri Lin: [totally unconcerned, seeing that the griddle is getting hot and should be ready for pancake making by the time Tony finishes getting dressed] Oh good. You should be fine. [rolls over and goes back to sleep]
Come to find out, Tony wanted me to read his mind and get out of bed and make those pancakes for him because he really didn't have time to make them and get dressed. He ended up putting on his tie while driving 70mph down the freeway and made it to his meeting just in time...
I had a rough day on Tuesday. I didn't accomplish anything that I wanted to get accomplished. I was feeling a bit overwhelmed with the whole wife and mother role, especially since Tony has zero time for helping around the house. I'm wishing he could read my mind and just take out the trash and recycle for me or something, but it doesn't happen.
Welcome Wednesday morning. He's sitting at the computer, right next to the recycle that needs to be taken out. I gather the trash, juggle the recycle, and try to look as miserable as possible as I walk out the door. **Read my mind, Tony. I want you to do this for me!** Alas, I take the trash and recycle out and I'm bitter.
We laugh about both of these instances now. Luckily, we both are unable to remain mad at the other for very long. While tying his tie at 70mph, Tony decided that if Joseph couldn't translate the plates when he was mad at Emma, then Tony Brown wouldn't gain any inspiration at a seminary meeting if he was upset at Jeri Lin. While walking back from the stinky trash receptacle, I decided that he really was a busy guy and it was silly for me to be upset because he didn't help around the house. I am perfectly capable of taking out the trash and recycle. It's not that hard and it's probably the most exercise I get all week. I also came to the conclusion that I only get mad at Tony for not helping out when I don't get much accomplished on my own. If I do laundry, clean the bathroom, vacuum, and load the dishwasher, I've had a great day and I love my husband. If it takes all my gumption to take the trash and recycle out and that's all I accomplish, then I hate my husband for not helping more. It's all or nothing for me or else it's Tony's fault. Silly. I know.
Anyhow, it's safe to say that we've both harbored unkind feelings for each other. We finally were fed up with not liking each other very much, so we sat down and had a chat about expectations and implementing better communication (not expecting the other to be a mind reader). We both know that things aren't going to get any easier over the next couple of years. The night shift is over, but Tony will still be working two jobs and I start school in August. Things are going to be a little bit crazy. We can't let the craziness make us bitter and upset at each other.
I've decided that one way to make sure I don't harbor bad feelings is to do extra little things to show Tony that I love him. When I'm serving him or surprising him with little things that show that I love him, I'm much happier. So, the first thing I did was I bought a Peanut Butter Snickers on a whim while doing the grocery shopping because I knew he wanted to try it. I made a little note that said,
BUTTER I love you!
I also splurged and bought Tony's favorite Pillsbury Orange Sweet Rolls. It's sitting in the fridge waiting to be discovered with a note that says,
ORANGE you glad you have
such a SWEET wifey?!
I love my husband, and I want him to know that I love him. He is so good to me. He makes me a better person. I'm so glad that we are eternally Brown!