I have been yelling at Daniel more than usual. He says that I am angry all the time, which has some truth. I have been more frustrated with the state of our home more lately. Little beard clippings on the sink that get everywhere, the pile of sox under his desk, the clothes that he leaves in the middle of the bathroom or the clothes on the bathroom floor, the "waiting to put away food until I am done eating it" and then getting tired and taking a nap and forgetting when he wakes up and then when I insist that he at least put things away, he has excuse after excuse. "Cleaning makes me tired." I reply that a messy house make me angry, so really it is all his fault that I am angry at home. I am not angry all the time.
I have been threatening Daniel that I want to move out, but we agreed that I ought to stay until the lease is up in October. I am trying from moving from anger to learning patience. I think Cathy is probably facing similar problems. She has said to me several times that God had her marry Dad to teach her patience. I am also breaking my rule about not saying critical things on our blog about the other person.
School is tiring - procrastinate and then stay up late and I have some annoying students. Oh the joys of teaching! This better get better in a couple years or I quit. I do like thinking about the great things that I am teaching them and the possibility of bringing them closer to Christ. I also have some truly wonderful students and good days. It does seem like more bad days than good however.
Thanks those of you who do post, I do read them and they are good!
One more tale to tell...
4 years ago
3 comments:
Rachel,
I want you to know that I am very proud of you. Your choice of profession clearly shows the loving, caring person you are. Teaching is not suppose to be easy. It is like life.
The lives that you touch may never be shown to you. When I attended my retirement party, I was totally surprised. I had no idea that so many people considered me a mentor, let alone a friend.
Your students may not even know that your love of God has touched them until much later in life. I can think of many people who helped me and I never said thank you.
I don't think that God wants us to know. It may affect what we do in the classroom. We may become less humble.
Please pray about the difficulties and keep an open heart.
I know we don't always see eye to eye. But please know that I think of you every day and I wish the very best for you.
Sorry for the long lecture. (It is the teacher in me.) lol
Love,
Cathy
I hear you, sister. I think any of us that live with a Hoffman male deals with the exact same issues. The only one Ben doesn't do is the leaving food out then taking a nap. But he does leave crumbs and bits of food wherever he eats and then forgets about those. So it's like I have a little map of what he has eaten and where he has eaten it. I sympathize with you. And with Cathy and Monica too. I really think it must be genetic.
After being married for almost 10 years, I've learned to live with all the messes and yuckiness, but I do lose my temper occasionally. A woman can only take so much!
Anyways, I hope the empathy helps!
I didn't marry a Hoffman boy, but I can sympathize. There are things that drive me crazy - like the occasional underwear on the counter in the bathroom or when Colin cuts his hair and it's everywhere - or the domino-like village of pop cans that is waiting for my to knock them all over by accident. It's tough stuff.
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