The Sock War

I KNOW every family has issues with socks going missing. I do declare every washer and dryer has a setting in them that just eats socks! But I digress …

I can write about this now that the smoke has gone away, but my husband was firing mad at me. He started out his argument with the basket (and yes, I mean a basket full of odd socks!) He had kindly requested that we don’t store socks in a basket until all the clothes were done again. He wanted us to do socks as they were cleaned. Which, I had been doing, and the boys were supposed to be doing the same when they helped with doing laundry. However, after having my husband rain socks on my head, it was clearly brought to my attention that they weren’t doing it. (Which when he was doing it, it was hard as hang for us both to not laugh our heads off over the way it looked having me covered in socks from my head to my toes!)

Anyways, it lead to Del’s real reason for being upset with me. I had been working on getting my theme (the design) of my blog to where I was picturing it in my head. I still have one FINAL thing to tweak, but I have no clue how to fix it. I literally spent a week and a half just playing with themes and editing it until the themes were set up. I found quite a few that I like, but they just weren’t giving me what I wanted on a vast majority of the things I was envisioning. So…. I’d go right back to the drawing board.

This consumed my attention for a week and a half. Unless I HAD to do something, I didn’t do anything else but play with my theme. I literally was staying up late and playing. I was learning a good bit along the way. However, it really wasn’t be being productive with the blog, (i.e. making money, marketing, or even writing blog posts.) Del knew that!

Meantime my house was getting cleaned by him and the kids. The cooking was done by him or take out and even a couple times by my mother-in-law. The kids school work was done on an as needed to be done situation. (They did a lot of online work during this time frame.) Plus my husband was working long hours.

I was literally in a blogging theme creation bubble! I had a vision and a mission. I wasn’t stopping until I reached my destination. Well, Del’s outburst popped my bubble big time!

All I could do was sit there and let him suck the air out of my bubble. He was RIGHT! He was right to be mad. He was right to be upset. He was right to be feeling overwhelmed. I couldn’t argue back with him because I was in the wrong.

I had failed him as a wife and my kids as a mother. My husband doesn’t ask a lot from me. In fact, I’m richly blessed with a man who will help out any way he can. He makes darn certain the kids pull their weight too. I have very few things that I have to really worry about doing in a day or week. My biggest challenge is homeschooling the kids and keeping them entertained. The blogging venue was my baby to start and grow. It was my decision to do this line of work.

Del proved to me that I don’t have to be doing it if I don’t want to. OR if it interferes with the family’s needs. So, since his outburst. I have gone back to making sure to be more productive in the home again. Honestly, I missed it. I miss the satisfaction I get from taking care of the family.

Blogging is a joy. I love doing it. However, NOTHING except God will ever matter more to me than my family does. If that means, I put my dreams on hold while I treasure being there for my kids as they grow up, then its well worth it.

I never want my kids to say I wasn’t a part of their life growing up. I want to be the one who helps shape who they become as an adult. I also don’t want to miss a moment of watching them grow up.

Have there been times when you’ve done wrong and your husband pointed it out to you? Please share your story with us. 




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I'm Crystal. I'm married to Dale, and mother to Johnny.Some might say that my life is perfect because I get to do all the cliché wife things like cooking, cleaning, and decorating - but there's more! I also have many hobbies including needlework (crochet), sewing, and reading. My son's education is important, so we homeschool him together.

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