Oh, Clint.

I'm not mad or annoyed at Clint today. Really, I'm not. I was just thinking though, that this is my journal (kind of), and if I want my kids to be able to read it one day and know what mom was thinking that I don't want to sugar coat things. And--Clint gets lots of bday posts and other positive things said about him from me, so I'm allowed to talk about the things that drive me absolutely crazy, right? He knows I love him. Plus he never actually reads this, so he'll never know. (right, Shari??) :) So before I put a new post on here to hide this one, let me tell you how my Mother's day really went. I woke up Sunday morning in a cranky mood. Before Clint even rolled over, I knew I'd be mad at him--because he'd forget that it was Mother's Day. My day. We've been married almost four years, and he has yet to learn that I LIKE BIRTHDAYS, I LIKE MOTHER'S DAY, I LIKE CHRISTMAS, AND I EVEN LIKE VALENTINE'S DAY. That's right--even V-day. Not that I need some big to-do, but acknowledgement and a little special treatment isn't too much to ask for, right? I think my dad spoiled me because he is Mr. Romantic and Mr. Thoughtful with a capital M. He spoils my mom like crazy on special days; and when we lived at home he spoiled us girls, too. We had special one on one birthday outings, and valentine's chocolate's from SEE'S candies (our favorite) delivered especially for us. When we each got married, he picked out a special piece of jewelry not just for the bride, but for all of his girls. See? Very thoughtful and romantic. Now I LOVE my hubby. Love him to pieces. But he is about 99.9% opposite of my dad in that aspect. For the past three birthday's I've had with him, it's been a pack of Oreo's. Double stuffed, too-which I hate and he loves. For Mother's Day, he rolled out of bed and pulled a scrap piece of paper from the computer and scribbled a little "I love you" message. The note was sweet, so I shouldn't complain. But I am. I had asked him Saturday night to let me sleep in and to get Sage up and fed on his own. Did that happen? NOPE. I couldn't have woken him up if the house was on fire. So--I got up and got going. Then he asks if I want him to make me breakfast. Which sounds nice, right? Until he adds..."I can make you an Eggo waffle". Uh, no thanks. So I start making bacon and eggs. He asks, "want me to make the eggs? You'll have to stay in here and show me how, but I'll do it". Um, what? You're 30. You know how to make eggs. So that's pretty much how it went. I did get a Twix at church though, and I did not share. (well, just a little bit. but mostly I ate it.)
Now...other things that drive me bananas: He has zero desire to carry on a phone conversation. Normally this doesn't bother me, because I'm not much of a phone talker either, but on days when Sage has just thrown up all over my brand new van and I need a little hubby encouragement-it would be nice to get something other than, "ok well I got a call coming in" from him. I mean--let them leave a message and call them back after you've talked to your wife for two seconds. Next--he is the KING of unfinished projects. I should be more sympathetic with this, because he works long hours and has little time to do things around the house; but I'm not. I can't stand having things left undone. Remember how Sage's room took a year to complete? Well we JUST got the outlets in there covered this weekend. I've been begging him for months to cover them, b/c Sage loves to play in there, and I would've done it myself, but he had to cut them to fit and drill new holes. Our latest project has been our backyard landscaping. It's been two long months since we started and it still isn't done. Getting there, but not done. He was supposed to be out working on a planter the other day; and when I went to bring him a drink, this is what I found:
Getting a lot done. I won't even show you the picture I took of our side yard, because it makes me want to cry. It's awful. Last year I organized his storage shed and cleaned everything up. I went out this morning with the intent of doing that again and just walked back into the house. The job was too daunting, especially when I know that things will just get thrown back there and made messy again. He's not the most organized person in the world. Maybe that's why they say opposites attract, who knows. I do love Clint. He has some crazy quirks--like reading The Constitution of the United States of America over and over again when he is in the bathroom--but that's what makes him Clint and it's why I love him. I want Sage and baby #2 (still not sure on a name) to know that I love their daddy so much and appreciate how hard he works for our family. We have our ups and downs just like every other mom and dad, but at the end of the day I'm so glad I have him and am so grateful for everything about him.