Couch Therapy

Have you ever just had one-of-those-days?

Well, that's what today was for me--up until about two seconds ago when I just so happened to check my Facebook inbox. There in my messages was a sweet note from my husband King, telling me that he was sorry that I'd been so frustrated today and that he hoped my day got better. Just when I was feeling at my crummiest, my valiant Galahad comes rushing in on his white horse and makes me feel all tingly and warm inside. Ahhh...much better.

I get frazzled easily--very easily. I have two basic reactions when it comes to stress. One, I work even harder at what I'm trying to accomplish and find myself taking charge in a weird, Superwoman kind of way. Or two, I completely lose my cool, cry until I have a splitting headache, and/or throw a tantrum (which may actually involve throwing real objects sometimes). Wow, I'm not sure if I've ever really admitted that (or let anyone see that part of me) to anyone else besides King. What you must think of me now. Gee, is this lady nuts? Does she suffer from depression? Is she always that violent?

Of course not. I'm simply a woman who has a tendency to let the small things get the best of her. I don't have anger issues. I don't have a bad temper. Sometimes, I just rely too much on myself to get through the rough patches.

Today was definitely one-of-those-days. One of those so called "rough patches." Here I am, almost 35 weeks pregnant and in panic mode over my "nest." My baby boy's room isn't ready yet, we have almost 2 rooms in our house that are completely filled with junk, and I still don't have my new dishwasher hooked up and ready to go (thus I have a sink full of dishes, and we all know how I feel about doing dishes). I take a look around me and don't even know where to begin. Do I just start pitching stuff in the trash? Do I wash dishes first (uggghhh!) Do I wash baby clothes even though I have no furniture to put them in yet (we're waiting on my Dad to refinish a couple pieces for us)? Gee, where to start? All I really want to do is sit on the couch and cry. But for some reason, as I'm sitting here on the couch writing all these feelings down, not one single tear comes to my eyes.

I guess King really did save the day! He reassured me by letting me know that he loves me, and that he's here for me. He even told me that he'd help do whatever he could when he gets off work tonight. What a sweet, thoughtful man! He's such a wonderful husband, and he's going to be a knock-it-out-of-park kind of Dad. I'm so blessed to have him in my life. The one and only thing that could make this couch therapy session better was if he was here with me. Sometimes, you need your husband to fix things. Sometimes, you need him to listen. And then there are times when all you need are his shoulders--simply to cry on.