Tired of being the adult? ME TOO.

Good evening world.  Here is my second post for the day.  I did not get much accomplished today on the home front.  We did not get home from our friend's house till late this afternoon.  Before I knew it, it was time to take Tommy to work (5 to 9), started on my way home when I remembered I was to go by another friend to dig up some flowering ground cover that she was saving for me.  A quick U-turn and back to town we went.

Home in time to start supper.  Just finished dishes.  However, between supper and dishes, I was working on paperwork.

Do you ever get tired of being the adult?  Of showing grace and/or mercy to another?  At times, not very often, I just do not want to be the adult in any given situation.  I have sort of been like that today.  I am not very proud of my attitude.  Most times when I get upset about something Patrick has said or done, I will go to him later and talk to him and ask him to forgive me for my attitude towards him.  Then he will ask me to forgive him for what ever it was that I was upset about in the beginning.

This time, I have not done that.  And I should.  I know he is so busy with work and trying to stay on top of his schedule.  He is pretty much overwhelmed.  And here is my "but" I had a very stressful weekend with the boys and their birth mom and trying to be gracious in the whole situation.  I did not realize just how much this affected me till yesterday.

Before we got married, we had decided to not go to bed angry.  We both have failed at this miserably this time.  Our decision to not deal with this has had repercussions.  We both have been short with each other as well as a tad stricter with the boys.  Not a good combination.  If he comes in from the shop before I go to bed, I will talk to him.  If I am sleeping, then I will bring coffee to him and talk to him then.  No, I did not bring coffee to him this morning.  And I ALWAYS bring coffee to him.

Enough venting as such.  Like I said, I am not proud of my attitude.  It is not pleasing to God or to me.  And even if it means I have to be the adult, then so be it.  I truly love Patrick too much to stay angry for too long.

Be blessed and be a blessing,

Just some of my thoughts and actions,

Elizabeth