I find myself apologizing to Dan on a regular basis lately.
For instance, I find the pressures of running a house and a family to be such that it’s difficult for me to just stop and play with the kids (didn’t used to be quite so hard). I used to grouch at Dan for not spending enough time with them.
Another example – I see the trash is full as I run past it, arms outstretched to avert another disaster waiting to happen, and I see it again as I go by, my arms loaded down with things that need to be somewhere else. It’s when that piece of paper falls to the floor the second and third time that I realize that it also qualifies as an emergency and that crying baby will just have to wait while I take the trash out.
My apologies, Sweetheart.
Even now – I look at my desk, covered with projects, bills, tasks to be done and I wince and wish I could somehow beg for forgiveness for even thinking a disparaging thought about Dan’s desk.
It’s amazing what “walking a mile” in someone else’s shoes will do for a person’s outlook on life.