Being Thankful 24

Bernadette at Haddon musings is challenging us with a writers quote asking how we are thankful press πŸ”œhereπŸ”™ to join in or read others thankful stories and quotes.

If everyone could not sweat the small stuff they would be happier and their families would benefit from the peace and would learn from the example.

Yesterday my husband worked on the motorhome. He changed the back brake pads put on new callipers adjusted the torque and all manner of things that took up most of the day. By ten at night, he came in looking shattered and wore oil and earth in the most alluring way “Not”. He hadn’t eaten and only stopped for drinks when I coerced him into it.Β  While I gathered him some food he fell into the bath to recover.

It was when I went up to get ready for bed… I noticed the mud where he had trod up the stairs, on following the trail like the one Hansel and Gretel once left; I came upon a pile of clothes outside the bathroom. Gingerly I entered where I found that we had been broken into by a muddy Walrus who had left a ring around the bath, splashes up the white paintwork and millions of tiny hairs, soap and froth stuck to the mirror and windowsill, towels were now sodden on the floor. Oh, I forgot to say this was our new bathroom the one finished less than a week ago.Β  We now have a beautifully designed bathroom with everything fresh and new.Β  A white suite, towels and designer blind and mat, a bespoke cabinet and vanity, all put in and decorated by my husband.
For a moment I stood looking around me,Β  (it is fair to say stunned)Β  I took a deep breath and counted to ten, then slumped to the toilet seat shaking my head. That was when I stopped sweating the small stuff. I wouldn’t have a beautiful bathroom if he hadn’t ripped out the old; plumbed fitted and tiled the new one. He mends, builds, designs and has refurbished the house, my husband does all the mechanical and electrical repairs on our cars and motorhome, he services cleans and maintains them too… oh and cooks the most amazing food. If the worst thing he ever does is leave a mess I don’t think that would be the worst thing.
So today I am giving Thanks for my lovely, clever, messy husband that I wouldn’t change for the world. He is pleased that I don’t sweat the small stuff.

19 thoughts on “Being Thankful 24

  1. I try to remind myself that a lot of my friends wish their husbands were still alive and driving them crazy. You seem to have discovered that while you are both able to give and take love and laughter.

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  2. What a perfect story to convey the meaning of ‘don’t sweat the small stuff’! I remember reading a ‘I Am Thankful’ poem – author unknown, but your story reminded me of some of the things this person was thankful for – definitely not sweating the small stuff. Here are a few from the poem:
    “I am thankful for the husband who is on the sofa being a couch potato because he is home with me and not out at the bars.”
    “For the teenager who is complaining about doing dishes, because that he or she is at home, not on the streets.”

    “For my huge heating bill, because it means I am warm.”
    “For the pile of laundry and ironing, because it means I have clothes to wear.”

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    1. We can get hung up on things , i heard a young woman tell her husband he annoyed her because he was too heavy on his feet ! And she told him to breathe quieter… i suppose it takes all sorts. πŸ˜―πŸ˜•

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  3. Not sweating the small stuff is absolutely necessary to hold on to one’s sanity. I took a huge step in the right direction when I decided some time ago to stop getting mad at all the crazy in-your face aggressive drivers around me. Though there’s zero improvement in the world-class traffic jams I find myself in daily, the drives aren’t as stressful, I get home just as late but in a much more relaxed state of mind πŸ™‚

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