Picking Your Battles

Over the weekend I sat at my mom's kitchen table sipping my coffee, while trying to conceal a pounding headache and hangover, I sat listening to my mother and aunt talk about their husbands and marriages. Simply listening, not judging. Learning. Learning how to put their mistakes into perspective and not repeat them. 

Does it really matter that he makes three piles around the house when he takes off his clothes?

Does it really matter that when he pours his coffee out he leaves coffee rings at the bottom of the sink? 

Does it really matter that he folds the towels different than me? 

Does it really matter that he puts the dirty clothes next to the hamper but not in the hamper?

They rattled off things that bug them to no end, but no matter how many times they argue with their spouses things never change. We are all creatures of habit. After so many times arguing about the same old thing day in and day out, you just get tired. Tired of fighting. Tired of bickering. Tired of nagging

Then one day you wake up and realize No, it doesn't matter that he makes three different piles of clothes around the house, at least I have someone to pick up after. 

I've always taken the old clique about learning from other people's mistakes to heart. Granted, I do make a hellofalot of my own mistakes, but when I can learn a few lessons the easy way through other people's mistakes, I'll gladly take that route. 

Picking your battles with your spouse is by far the best advice I could ever give to a newly wedded couple. You have to decide which battles are worth fighting and which are best left alone. Don't make every little thing an issue. It's not worth it. Remember the phrase, don't sweat the small stuff?! Well honey, this is exactly where that comes in to play. Don't lose track of what's really important. You don't need the extra drama. Trust me. 

So many people are out there alone in this life just wishing for someone to come along and sweep them off their feet. To love them, appreciate them, make dinner for them, or simply just sit next to them on the couch so they don't feel alone. And here I am griping about the laundry list of things my husband doesn't do right according to me. No thank you. 

So, Brandon, this post is for you. Thank you for always putting up with me. Thank you for somehow seeing something in me that made you want to call me yours. Thank you for making me want to be a better wife to and for you. I love you from the bottom of my heart, and I appreciate everything you do for us! xoxo