Sometimes it doesn’t matter how you feel…

 

Today is not a mountaintop of marital ecstasy type day.

We are living in chaos as we are in the middle of repainting and reflooring the whole house.

I don’t do chaos well…at all.

This is my dining room! 

The wood flooring is filling the dining room, because it needs to acclimate with the temperature of the house for a few days…or something like that.

This is/was our bedroom.  Our comfy king size bed is in a  Pod container in the driveway.

I really honestly have no idea where my pajamas even are at this moment…I’m not kidding.

Yep, if you were to ask me what I FEEL, if I were honest I would have to admit that I FEEL like having a good, old-fashioned hissy fit…

complete with tears, wailing, and stomping my feet.

This is our temporary “boudoir”. 

The full size mattress from the spare room is now in the living room. 

This is where we will be sleeping until the upstairs is done.

Then the downstairs will get all torn up and redone.

My son in law teased me about it being romantic with the fireplace right there and all,

but with stuff piled here and there and everywhere, I gotta be honest,

I’m just not FEELIN’ it.

But then I heard hubby say to the work crew, “you don’t touch her desk until the last possible moment when the carpet layers come.” 

They literally worked all around this little island. 

I gotta tell you, the man gets me. 

In 34 years of marriage FEELINGS have come and gone, sometimes several times in one day!

Love is a decision, moment by moment, day by day, year by year to ACT LOVING -

to think about the other person instead of being absorbed with what you think, feel, or want.

So, instead of having a temper tantrum, please excuse me while I go and give my hubby a great big hug for thinking of me, when all I was thinking of was myself.

Still following,

Elizabeth