Dear Dave + April....A Tuesday Series.

Just me today. I'm letting Dave off the hook this week with writing a letter. He said yesterday that he was so overwhelmed with work that his head felt like it was going to explode. I want to help, but my own plate is full. It's been a rough week for 'Dear Dave + April.'

Work on both our ends is busy and isn't allowing as much one-on-one time. Add the stressor of a Spina Bifida clinic last week with lots of tests scheduled ahead. Some scary, some routine. A doctor who once again shot down my request {at the present time} for some sort of lightweight wheelchair for longer walking trips. I wanted to burst out crying. Dave took the doctors side. That ticked me off with a capital P. I was covering for Dave, not wanting to throw him under the bus, because he is the one that losses patience first when Blake starts his 'moaning/whining' when he is tired. Then I follow and then some short tempers flare up and I was just wanting an option to keep us from getting to that point while we travel or go away for a long day trip that includes lots of walking. I was just wanting Dave to have my back. He understood the doctor's point of view....which is 'wait until all the tests come back and then we can determine Blake's true level of endurance.' Makes sense now, but didn't then.

Words were spoken that afternoon that weren't too kind. Something along the lines of 'true colors coming out' when in reality we were just slipping back into bad habits for one day....not true colors. It was harder this time to soften, but it was my turn. So I went and offered a hug. 

Some weeks are harder to find our balance, but that doesn't mean we are taking two steps back. It means we are healthy, normal, real. It means it is time to go back and re-read our rules, our growth, our commitment. It does make me question sometimes though if I should even be trying to grow a business {even if I'm doing it somewhat slowly} but then he comes home last Friday with flowers and a birthday card for my blog's 3rd birthday....scratch that....OUR blog's 3rd birthday and he tells me how proud he is of my success and doesn't tell me often enough. Then I am renewed in us, in my family, in my business and our rough week is replaced with smiles and hugs and a new commitment to get through the next two crazy busy weeks and still make time to communicate and connect.

I know, do you need to re-read that...my hubby came home with flowers and a card for my blog's 3rd birthday! He's a keeper and all mine.

P.S. Did you miss me announcing the winner for the giveaways last night? It's here. I also spilled a little secret about this week. It's rather heavenly.