We had shelves delivered to our apartment yesterday. It makes me so happy to have all of our books and our kids' toys up off the floor and in neat rows. I wanted to hang out my bedroom and the kids' room just so I could obsessively observe the extra floor space.
Then today I knew I had to go downstairs and talk to my landladies. They've been a little passive aggressive and manipulative to me lately because I'm busier than I used to be and less inclined to hear their many opinions. So honestly I would rather have had a root canal than have another fireside chat about why it's been so many days since I came down. But I knew I needed to and I prayed that I could do it out of love and not a sense of misplaced guilt. I went down expecting the third degree...and I got it. But I was also able to say, We love you, we are busy, everything's fine, let's have no hard feelings. They seemed to hear it this time.
I sincerely hope so.
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