So at the beginning of the week, I hadn't gotten much sleep because I was so far behind on homework. I'm a full time student and I have children so when people start getting sick, I focus on being a mom and the student stuff falls by the wayside. <Sigh> Oh well! So I sacrificed a LOT of sleep and thought for sure I would want to write about it when I got to the end of the week. As it turns out, this is as much as I want to mention it because I had a great conversation, short but great, nonetheless, with my bishop as we walked out of the church this afternoon.
I had been speaking with the Elders, the full-time missionaries serving in our ward, about my non-member husband and how we could get him to read scriptures. I'm really not patient enough, but we discussed it. As I was finishing up with the Elders, I was telling them about the snarky comment I made to my husband, Craig, about his attempt to make me feel bad for asking him to leave work to come home and have dinner with us. In order to feed the Elders in my home, I'm dependent on him to be there. Rules are rules after all!
I mean really, is it too much to ask him to be home by 6pm when he's worked all week until 6:30pm or later and begun his days between 6:30 & 7:15am? I don't think it is, but he tried to make me feel bad for pulling him from work to be here to have dinner with the Elders. <sigh> ANYWAY! I didn't feel bad and asked him if he was trying to make me feel guilty. I think he was so I just told him I would start scheduling them on Saturdays instead. So there! I am a sassy pants and this is what I was telling my bishop.
I ended up telling him I save no sass for my husband. He gets it all. Bishop said no wife should. If she's holding any sass back, she needs to stop. Wow! A man who believes it's correct that a wife should be sassy to her hubby. Now neither one of us are saying this should be an all the time thing, but when you're not asking much of a person, then by all means, SASS AWAY!
And let's just call my house what it is... It's a matriarchy. If you're not sure what that means, it means it's ruled by women. I am a matriarch and I'm PROUD of it. My husband likes to tell people he wears the pants in the family. One of his wise co-workers agreed and had this to say, "But she tells you what color." Behind every good man is a sassy woman. A woman who knows what she wants and how to get it. Now I'm not talking about being selfish or self-centered. I'm just talking about understanding needs. I NEED my husband home before 7:30pm from time-to-time because I LIKE him. I like to see his face and know he's ok. I LIKE to have him in the house. I LIKE watching TV with him. I LIKE his dumb jokes. He makes me laugh. I LIKE to laugh.
Do I know he has a job and that's important? Yes! But I also know we're married and I plan to be around a LOT longer than his job so it would be nice to have a husband, not just a roommate that shares a bed with me. I love therefore I sass and that's that.
So to bring some Gospel into this God made Eve to be a help meet to Adam (Genesis 2:18). I am Craig's help meet, meaing a worthy or appropriate assistant, but I can't appropriately or worthily assist him if he's not here to assist. I can't massage his shoulders or hands, feed him a hot dinner, listen to his news of the day, and the like, if he's not home.
And that's my rear view... Sass is blast when used with love.
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