1 hour every day.
1 night every week.
1 weekend every month.
1 week every year.
Spend at least this much time with your wife, the articles suggested.
This is what has been recommended a couple of times in Church classes I've taken, and a few Marriage- type E- mails I get from assorted sources...
Yes, I get and read those E-mails.
I look at this, and my heart goes thru a thousand stages of envy for the people who somehow find the resources to do this.
My soul screams " YES! I WANT TO DO THIS!" as my wallet, watch and imagined children's voices ( real children, imagined voices) speak " Tsk, Tsk, Tsk... You can't afford it, you do not have the time, and have multiple other responsibilities that take precedence over this. It is a LUXURY you cannot afford. You must set your priorities ..."
Ouch.
I hate listening to my inner voices answers...
The sad thing is that I have no idea how to make this realistic. My Wonderful Wife is my biggest priority, after God, and sometimes it is a struggle to keep Him first.
Not because she is "high maintenance" or anything, because she is the least demanding woman I know. I have a hard time because I adore her and have to remind myself more often than I care to admit, that God must come first...
Sometimes that's very difficult.
But back to the subject at hand...
Do real people manage to do this? I'm not seeing it much in my circle. Is this one of those things, like super skinny super models being photoshopped in fashion magazines to make them look even skinnier?
Is it unrealistic?
Or am I just an overly lazy, fifty plus guy who completely discombobulated his priorities? I would love to sit across from my Wonderful Wife an hour each day, and listen to her share the moments of her day with me. Quite a few nights, we do get fifteen or twenty minutes together to pass the daily baton of our Cliff Notes daily experiences, before I slip off to bed.
Great moments...
A night alone, once a week?
A guy can dream, right?
We have three boys, teens, tweens, whatever...
You do the math.
A weekend together once a month?
Maybe if we hid from everyone in our cellar...
Nope. They would find us.
They always find us...
Someone seriously believes that married parents of said teens/tweens/whatever's can actually find the time, money,energy, legal places to drop of said whatever's, and then be able to locate the ultimate destination they somehow had the ability to choose, between the previous hours, nights and weekends?
Mike and Carol Brady, maybe, but I do recall they had to drag all six of the " whatever's" to Disneyland...
And Alice, too...
There is nothing I would like more than to be able to spend the kind of time with my Wonderful Wife, like we did when we were single. I'm betting if asked, she would probably concur...
So I keep reading the articles and feeding my insecurities.
We will keep juggling everything that comes with this life filled with a thousand other things other than us, that demand our time. We will catch quick kisses as we pass each other at our kitchen door. Sometimes we'll blow the game whistle, toss a yellow flag on the floor and yell "foul"...
Tell the kids to fight over the last pop tart, we're going out...
Ignore the whining from the crumb filled lips and the nagging whispering voices of guilt from our own thoughts.
1 hour every day.
1 night every week.
1 weekend every month.
1 week every year.
I wish...
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