I am participating in the Blogging From A-Z Challenge. Each day in April (except the last 4 Sundays), I will post topic themes that begin with the letters of the alphabet, from A-Z. There is a saying that a woman wears many hats. I'm no exception. During the course of the Blogging From A-Z Challenge, I'll be posting about the different facets of my life. Today's letter is W, which brings us to my role as a wife.
This is my 2nd time doing this wifey thing & I have to say, I think I'm finally getting a handle on it. The first time around, I had delusions that I was doing it all right, but I know I made plenty of mistakes. Mostly, I just quit trying after awhile b/c I knew, deep down, that I didn't want that marriage to work. It was all wrong from the get-go, and although I did put some effort into it, hindsight tells me if I had really loved him, I would have tried much harder. This time around, however, is a completely different story.
I'd say as a wife, I'm pretty typical. I cook, clean, bitch about cooking & cleaning, etc. The running theme of my life is mediocrity & while I say I'm average at the wifey biz, I do have to say that I am one half of a pretty extraordinary marriage. Remember, it wasn't that long ago that I blabbered on & on about how awesome our marriage is?! In fact, I tend to do that a lot. Not b/c I want to portray the image of a perfect marriage (which we all know doesn't exist), but b/c it's one of the things I'm most proud to be a part of. The hubs & I have a pretty easy-going relationship. We sort of fell into it by accident, but it made perfect sense immediately, and we've just been sort of floating w/ the current ever since.
As a team, we're pretty great, but I cannot take the credit for our marriage based solely on my wife-ing skills. Like I said before, I'm pretty average in most respects. Except in craziness. I'm neurotic as the day is long & nobody knows that better than my poor, sweet husband. As if my random quirks weren't enough to deal with, he also gets front-row seats to my anxiety-addled existence. Truthfully, I don't envy that man. How he handles me w/ such grace, I'll never know.
I'm not all thumbs in the wife department. There are a few things I do well. For example, I like to leave love notes on the hubs' computer in the morning sometimes. I also send him "just thought you should know I'm thinking of you" texts periodically, and there really is very little I wouldn't do to make him happy or show him how much I love him. For the most part, the good balances out all my baggage. I also have past experience & a fully functioning moral compass to guide me through. Not to mention, it's kind of difficult to be too crappy a wife when you have such a great husband.
Over the course of this challenge, I've talked about my roles as an aunt, daughter, mother, and now, wife. I really thought it would be easier to compartmentalize them & say something insightful or even witty about each. (Particularly when it comes to how I sort of stumble haphazardly through it all.) But truth be told, they sort of blur together. Each of these facets plays heavily on the next. I try to be a good wife so I can be an example to my daughter, niece, and nephews. I try to be a good mom & aunt b/c I fail so horribly at being a good daughter. Being a good mom is also a quality my husband hoped his wife would have. Part of being a wife means that I have someone around to step in & help when the other things fall apart. It also means having someone around to support the things I love just as I support the things he loves. It all blends together seamlessly when it's right. And let me tell you, this is one thing that can't get any more right.
I'm a thirty-something mom & wife. I over-think everything, then I blog about it. I write for myself, not because I believe everything I say is hugely important. I just hope maybe someone will read it & be entertained or inspired. At the very least, it makes me feel better to have somewhere to dump my thoughts & fulfill my urge to write.