I blew it.

My husband came home from a men’s retreat and interrupted a game of Scrabble I was sharing with my son. He was dead off his feet (men don’t get any more sleep than gals do at women’s retreats) and wanted to share.

{sigh}

Instead of simply asking for a bit of time to finish the game, I got grumpy and disrespectful (It hurts that I did that in front of my kid. He does know that adults fuss, but it still sucks.).

My son said, “y’all could be married.” (his way of joking and trying to take the tension and general fussiness out of the moment)

Then I got bent because I didn’t handle it well and Paul was still bumbling around being exhausted. It was not one of our finer moments. We did eventually calm down and talk it out. Paul will get some sleep and we’ll both settle back into what is normal for us.

I’m still trying to figure out what happened so that I don’t do a repeat. There are better ways of dealing with a conflict, I just missed it this time. 

It’s humbling to mess up. It’s freeing to receive grace. More practice ahead, I’m sure.

Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future.  Paul Boese

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