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JLCecilia
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I just totally bombed yesterday. I’m not big on playing hostess b/c I’m not good at doing it graciously and I’m intensely insecure, but a few times a year I do it so that we can host DH’s family to celebrate our kids’ birthdays.
It started when DH was grumpy w/ the kids just before guests arrived and then made rebukes ABOUT me, but not TO me. He may not have even mentioned my name, but he sure meant it toward me that I had overlooked something that was bothering him (not turning down the thermostat in order to cool the house down soon enough, forgetting to put out potato salad and pasta salad [when everyone had plenty of sides to eat]). So that every time someone spoke to me or beckoned for help with the baby (now 1yo) or mentioned that the baby might need a diaper change, I took it with the upmost irriatation or as an outright rebuke.
I was scrambling the entire time to get everything in order or pick up from the last round and prepare for the next. I finally sat down to eat and if the baby happened to fall (on the other side of the room), everyone just looked around and one person even said to the person right next to the baby to help him, but they didn’t Thankfully he was alright, but then I just felt this intensity in the room that I’d been shirking my parenting duty b/c I didn’t get up from my lunch (on the floor) to help the baby up when there were able-bodied people around him.
For the love of Pete, people, I’ve been in the kitchen all day preparing your meal and you couldn’t help me out just a little? I went to a birthday party for my GF’s little boy this weekend and the whole time I was just asking what I could do to help her out, and I did.
I wish I didn’t feel this way. I wish I could live Mother Teresa’s humility list and accept rebukes humbly and graciously and not be so easily offended. I know the big ugly here is PRIDE. Just wish I’d handled myself better and been more willing to serve. If anybody said a word about the baby’s diaper (at least 3 times in 2 hours), I didn’t say a word, just scooped him and took him to our room to change him. But when I returned to our room full of guests, in my heart I was thinking “There, are you satisfied, will you get off my back now?”
O, Lord, how I have failed thee!
It started when DH was grumpy w/ the kids just before guests arrived and then made rebukes ABOUT me, but not TO me. He may not have even mentioned my name, but he sure meant it toward me that I had overlooked something that was bothering him (not turning down the thermostat in order to cool the house down soon enough, forgetting to put out potato salad and pasta salad [when everyone had plenty of sides to eat]). So that every time someone spoke to me or beckoned for help with the baby (now 1yo) or mentioned that the baby might need a diaper change, I took it with the upmost irriatation or as an outright rebuke.
I was scrambling the entire time to get everything in order or pick up from the last round and prepare for the next. I finally sat down to eat and if the baby happened to fall (on the other side of the room), everyone just looked around and one person even said to the person right next to the baby to help him, but they didn’t Thankfully he was alright, but then I just felt this intensity in the room that I’d been shirking my parenting duty b/c I didn’t get up from my lunch (on the floor) to help the baby up when there were able-bodied people around him.
For the love of Pete, people, I’ve been in the kitchen all day preparing your meal and you couldn’t help me out just a little? I went to a birthday party for my GF’s little boy this weekend and the whole time I was just asking what I could do to help her out, and I did.
I wish I didn’t feel this way. I wish I could live Mother Teresa’s humility list and accept rebukes humbly and graciously and not be so easily offended. I know the big ugly here is PRIDE. Just wish I’d handled myself better and been more willing to serve. If anybody said a word about the baby’s diaper (at least 3 times in 2 hours), I didn’t say a word, just scooped him and took him to our room to change him. But when I returned to our room full of guests, in my heart I was thinking “There, are you satisfied, will you get off my back now?”
O, Lord, how I have failed thee!