The week in moments

Being "in charge" doesn't really come naturally to me and then, at the same time, it is the thing I enjoy unendingly. I am a self-admitted control freak, so I adore doing things myself and my own way. I am one of those people who lives by the motto: "If you want it done right, do it yourself" which is a blessing and a curse all in itself. In this same brain is a girl who abhors confrontation. I'm the person who forever holds her peace instead of speaking now - only to explode on the nearest innocent person, who almost always happens to be my beloved and unsuspecting husband. I'm not really proud of this and working at being married to Thomas is teaching me to say things when they are happening, to stop hoarding all the mistakes to use as ammunition later and to, most importantly, look around and realize that I'm not the only person in the world capable of completing a task competently. I'm still working on that last one.

All that being said, the last week and a half was a frustrating and stressful week because I have managed to fall into several positions in my life that require me to be "in charge" of other people. As usual, Thomas was getting the brunt of my inability to balance control and confrontation, my funpark of emotional rides just one more thing I was having trouble controlling. On Wednesday, while sharing some of the frustrations of the week with a friend at Bible Study, he asked me, "Does being married make it better when you have a week like this?"

You tell me.

On Monday, I started playing in a women's soccer league. "How was it?" Thomas texted on my way home.
"It was fun. It felt good to play again."
"Awesome!" Nothing but support.
On Tuesday, I got taken out for a martini and appetizers at Bonefish and then sent home to a quiet, clean house with strict instructions to only relax. I spent a blissful night curled on the couch in the fuzziest Citadel blanket in existence watching "What Not to Wear" and then gave myself a desperately needed manicure and pedicure.
On Wednesday, Thomas called to meet me for a surprise lunch at The Back Burner, a little restaurant in Macon that I've always been interested to try but always forget about.
On Thursday, I came home to a gourmet dinner of tilapia almondine, lemon zest mashed potatoes, and steamed kale ... followed by peaches topped with toasted pecans and home-whipped bourbon cream.
On Friday, I got my new driver's license - I'm officially Mamie Knight Simmons to the driving world!

Just being married doesn't make a week like this easier. Being married to a man who knows how to dissolve my love-hate relationship with worry makes a week like this a string of wonderful moments instead of stressful moments!