I almost screwed up my Christmas with my husband. And with myself for that matter. You see I agreed to buying him a new grille. Something that operates off of pellets. I say agree because this thing wasn’t cheap and he already has two smokers on our downstairs patio.

Like many ladies, I have a messy husband. Well he is. Not nasty but just messy. Shoes land where they may around our home and I’ve just gotten used to it. At the beginning of our marriage this drove me up the wall and back down but I learned to not make an issue out of everything he does because I’m the one with the problem with it, not him. So shoes don’t bother me until they land on my side of the room. Lol

So with these grilles on the bottom patio, it’s sort of been like out of sight, out of mind. I don’t see the mess brewing downstairs until I go down there which isn’t often. We have a top deck that I often utilize to lounge on while the kids play outside or just to chill.

So what does James do? He goes and sets this new grille up on our top deck after I told him several times I did NOT want it up there. So to come home with it there, pissed was the word but I was trying to keep my composure. He knew I was upset but I just denied my feelings. He eventually told me that if it gets messy he would move it downstairs. This still wasn’t enough.

And you know what I did? I took it there. Yep I did the ultimate no-no. He came into our room trying to snatch my goods and I denied him. Sure did. He later texted me about it and I sent him my personal Bitmoji of the “not gone happen” face. He wanted to know why and I sent him a GIF explaining he needed to figure it out. Using such expressions to lighten the conversation but to also let him know that I was still upset so it wasn’t the time to be getting booty.

And now I must admit that I was wrong. Im big enough to admit that. I was/am wrong. You see, me and my husband enjoy hosting gatherings at our home. That’s one thing I do love about him that we both have that in common. He loves to grille for our guests and I enjoy feeding them from my kitchen.

When we have big parties, we host in our basement. Well for intimate settings as this one on Christmas Eve, we host upstairs. Now I realize that had the grille been downstairs he would’ve been cooking down there by himself or a few guys would’ve went down to chill with him. And this would’ve broken up the camaraderie we had going on upstairs with everyone.

Everyone was together tonight. Everyone played games as a family. And everyone had a blast. I’m just glad I was able to get out of my own feelings and be thankful not only for him deciding to grille and be with us upstairs; but thankful for such a wonder husband all together. You see, my feet aren’t the only ones hurting and I’m not the only one tired tonight. He has put together big toys for our babies, helped me shop for them, so willing to run to the store 57 times as I keep forgetting things never to utter a word.

I am blessed. Glad to realize all of this before I almost screwed up my Christmas with my husband. Love you babe.

Thank you for your attention. Remember you are your own competition.

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