It's nice to have a great husband. And by great, I mean makes me breakfast every morning great and sometimes lunch great! Most of the time this is fabulous. At times, this can be less than fabulous. He is right far too many times to be normal and rarely makes mistakes unless you count boat and dock repair incidents which I do not have the time nor the space to recount. Nevertheless, the other day he mentioned to me that I was very impatient with the kids one evening. Not just impatient. I heard very impatient. I'm 90% sure I heard very. These are not the words one wants to hear coming from her husband and father to her children. Why do his words have to weigh so much? Ugh.
Of course he was right, again, and I knew what I had to do. I had to apologize to the kids. How embarrassing. Wasn't this the very thing I had just gotten onto my middle schooler about? What kind of mother am I? Obviously a very impatient one. My moment arrived when we were all in the car on the way to school today. I told them that I was sorry for my grumpiness the other day and asked if they would forgive me. My youngest daughter said, " That's ok." and then my son said. "I forgive you. I'll always forgive you." Wow. It sounds like he expects more apologies will be coming in the future. No response came from my middle schooler. I'll cut her some slack though. She's 13. I'm not even sure she heard me as she proceeded to launch into a story about how her nose was itching during the night. No matter, I was happy to be forgiven with the added bonus that I would be forgiven again should I ever need forgiving. Not a bad drive to school if you ask me.