Enjoy the Friend That You Married

His eyes reached for me from across the room. I could tell he wanted something. Needed something. Without even looking up, I asked while gathering up a small handful of Legos, "What? What is it?"

All the while my mind rapidly reviewed my checklist for the evening: dinner dishes -- check. Laundry load going -- check. Boys in the bathtub -- check. Living room tidy-up -- in process.

Would you just sit down? He pretended to ask nicely, but his frustration came through all too clearly. He was bugged with me.

At which point, I felt a snap. A small snap, but definitely snappish.

"Ummm...I'm sorry, but I'm just trying to do the Good Wifey thing here?" Then proceeded to list for him everything I'd accomplished in the last 60 minutes. It was impressive. Ending my short, but rather sweeping speech with, "And what more could you want?"

What do I want? I want you to sit with me. To want you to be with me. I didn't marry you because I was looking for a maidservant or a laundromat. I married you because I loved you and we were friends.

I'll tell you what I want: I want my friend.

[Read the rest of the article at The Time-Warp Wife.]