Another Sunday...

What a day. What do exhaustion and stress equal? More emotional backlash. The past few weeks have really been a test for us. We've both been on a knife's edge between composed calm, and loosing it. It sometimes doesn't take much to push one of us over the edge. Little things like access to the computer, a misspoken word or thought, or an imagined slight or complaint. We both know that it is the underlying frustration with our situation, and not the other person, but it can still make for some trying moments. In the big picture however, I think it is a good thing. It is teaching us patience and is honing our communication and tolerance. As Mike's Dad mentioned in one of his e-mails, it is one heck of a way to build a marriage. We are able to end most days on a positive note, and definitely look to each other for support and affirmation. Overall it is making us stronger. But still the day-to-day can sometimes really suck.
Today was no different. And it didn’t help that it was Father’s Day. Upon awakening, I went out and checked out last night’s painting. Despite the big globs and drips it wasn’t so bad. Then I went back inside and back to bed. I am done, stick a fork in me, done. Mike worked on different jobs but only found himself getting easily frustrated and making many trips to the store, at least one being to the grocery store for beer. In the afternoon, he finally gave in and joined me on the day bed for my second nap of the day. I finally roused myself outside to get ready for the second coat of paint. This time I had another approach which helped ease the job a bit. And luckily the paint finished before my patience this time. And Mike was there to help in anyway he could which was greatly appreciated. Then it was back to bed, some reading, emails and finally sleep.