On the sixth day of Christmas (technically the second day of Christmas) my true love gave to me 6 days of patience. The man is a good man, a better person than I am. He’s kind and understanding and puts up with the moods of Julie which is a true testament to his temperament.
I tell a joke that pokes fun of working on things together and how it always leads to an argument. My jokes are based in the truth and there is nothing more truthful than our inability to work on projects together without arguing. I will admit that it is mostly my fault. I just like things done that way I like things done and I want them done when I want them done. You can thank my mother for ingraining that in me. And the man doesn’t really like doing things that way. So when we needed to put in a new faucet, things got ugly and I had to go to Lowes to get out of the house before I strangled him with the sprayer hose and last night when we were putting together the ping-pong table he had to ask me to leave so he didn’t bludgeon me to death with a ping pong paddle. We got the faucet in and the table has been put together but our first few games had a little more vigor to them than most friendly game do.
So on this sixth day of blogging Christmas, I’m thankful for the patience shown to me over the six days. The holidays can be stressful and as much as I love this time of year, I’m not always at my best. Luckily I have the best man in the world to remind me that patience is truly a virtue and that we need to hire a handy man to do home projects.