My husband came in the door around midnight last night after an extremely long day of work. I was so glad he was home to have a small spot of adult conversation before we went to bed. You know that kind of conversation, it doesn’t revolve around, “Mom! Watch me pee! Mom!!!! You’re not watching me!” And since my littles are 3 and 5, this takes place approximately 1,234 times a day. So, needless to say, even though it was midnight, I was sooooo happy he was home for a brief moment of adult conversation.
Well, that is—-until he started to speak.
You see, the thing is, I had always known my hubs didn’t listen to the words coming out of my mouth. I just knew it—but his denial or reasoning always made me wonder if I actually said what I could have sworn I said.
But last night changed everything for my husband. He got caught.
Rich, the hubs, had to travel an hour home last night, and, so, during his hour, he called his parents. We’re so thankful for this modern world of Internet and phone calls—you should have seen us in a foreign country during the days of phone cards and telephone booths. Way different calling home.
Anyway, apparently he had a very enlightened conversation with his dad about something…
You see, we own a rather large plot of land in Poland that we are building into a ministry and retreat camping center. It has a lot of grass/fields that need to be mowed. We are thankful the former owner left us his old riding mower—but this thing is put together with tape it’s falling apart so badly. Therefore, I have mentioned a million and one other ways for my husband to go about finding a good mower. Including going to Germany to find a sturdy and proper one.
In one ear and out the other.
Then my husband has one conversation with his dad, walks in at midnight, and declares, “My dad has a great idea! I should look in Germany for a riding mower!”
Poof and proof!
I knew he didn’t listen to the words coming out of my mouth.
But at least he still listens to somebody, eh?!
Now, thanks to Grandpa George our Retreat center may actually be on its way to manageable one day.
No thanks, obviously, to me (smile and wink).
But, really, I’ll end with this—Ladies, just when you think they aren’t listening (yet again), be encouraged, “They aren’t.” So if you really want to be heard, just get a man to say it.
The proof is in the mower.