Relax

I spent a good 30 minutes on my knees in the bathroom, bleach cleaner in one hand and paper towels in the other.  I organized all the things that were sitting on the side of the toilet and scrubbed everything down.  After that, I gathered up all the trash and put it out for the garbage truck in the morning.  Then I washed and dried a load of whites.

So what, you say?  I have constant pain from fibromyalgia and degenerative disk disease and doing anything for 30 minutes in a row is a painful process.  I have to remind myself that I'm not doing these things to please my husband (well, maybe a little), but because it pleases the Lord when I am taking care of things.

Did my husband notice the clean bathroom?  Nope.  What he did notice was that I didn't wash a complete load of whites (the basket was full, but apparently not full enough).  Were my feelings a little hurt?  Yep.  But I'm also trying to learn not to let my emotions rule me and this was a good lesson for me to internalize it.  To not play the martyr and give Joel the silent treatment when he doesn't jump for joy that I did the laundry.  Why would I expect that?  That's how I react when he does something nice for me, but he's not a woman.  I doubt he even noticed the dust and grime in the bathroom.

So I'm blogging and relaxing.  Smiling at him and giving him kisses as I normally do.  Meek, gracious, loving, and kind.  Being a woman is a tough job.