Last week, Tiffany got stuffy and achy and had a hard time sleeping/not getting much rest. Come errand day, she was feeling some better but knew if she went into town and ran errands with me that she would overexert herself and have a relapse of sorts.
Mike offered to pick up a few things to make it through the weekend. It was a crazy week and I didn’t get my menu or grocery list made until errand day. When I finally finished it, I looked it over and found that I needed too many things for use over the weekend. So I decided I would just go by myself.
When I told Mike, he offered to accompany me. Of course the first thing that went through my mind was, “What? Why doesn’t he want me to go alone? I’m an adult . . . a good driver . . . Doesn’t he trust me?” You see how you can go down a dangerous path in your thinking?
I decided to trust in him and think the best. We made arrangements for him to do a quick stop at a store I was going to skip and I’m glad he did too because they had chicken breasts on sale for $1.88 a pound. We met up at Aldi and then went on to Walmart Supercenter.
It was fun running errands with him. He was not impatient with me, although there was a moment in the pharmacy section of Walmart when he asked me if I was going to go down EVERY aisle! I assured him that I would not.
It was a hot muggy day, so I treated us to yogurt cones from Brauhm’s, out of the grocery budget. It was a nice time just being out alone together. Our last stop was to get gas, where my sweetie filled my car with gas and got me a sweet tea to drink on the way home.
While we were eating our frozen yogurt cones, I took a moment to casually ask him why he didn’t want me to go alone. It is funny but I cannot remember what he said. I only know that I was careful to control my tone when talking about it . . . remember I’m a passionate person and have a tough time keeping my voice level controlled . . . but this conversation did not get heated or anything. I just accepted my husband’s love for me and desire to keep me safe and decided to have a good afternoon out with my hubby.
I’m sure I tested his patience because he was out of the parking lot and on the road before I even had my seat belt on in my vehicle. Mike, like most men, is a man who gets focused on the job at hand until he conquers it. So his approach to shopping is get in, get what you need, and get out. Mine is get in, make sure everything I need is on the list, and get out. The approaches are similar; mine is just a slower pace than his.
It could have all turned out very differently if I hadn’t decided to trust in my beloved. Truth be told, not long ago I would have reacted very differently and probably had a huge fight instead of an enjoyable afternoon.
So I encourage you to second guess those negative thoughts in your head towards your beloved and think the best of him.
Until next time, God bless,