My Hubby's Anger Management

I should probably start this post by telling you that I am married to the most patient, most loving, most caring man in the world. When I am ready to pull my hair out at the kid's fighting, he laughs and says, "They are just being kids." When I get angry at other people's stupidity, he says, "Honey, the only person being angry at that is hurting is you." That being said, I have finally figured out what he does with all his anger that he doesn't show 95% of the time - he saves it up for the road! Yep, that's right, my husband should be the poster boy for road rage.

We were driving home from College Station last night after dropping Reagan off with Grammy for the weekend. We took in the last few innings of the Lufkin Panther baseball playoff game. We were looking forward to a kid-free weekend. We had plans to head to Shreveport for an adult weekend this afternoon. I guess what I am saying is there wasn't anything to hurry home for. We could have enjoyed the drive and scenery, but no! We were behind a few cars that were driving a little below the speed limit, and the demon showed his head. Richard was pounding on the steering wheel, yelling at the drivers, cussing about why anyone would drive 55 mph in a 65 mph zone. Then I realized...while my husband is perfect in almost every way, he might could use some anger management in this area.

What really funny is this fact just makes me love him more. I have so many faults and weaknesses, that seeing he might have one also makes me feel like we really are perfect for each other!

Off to Shreveport for a romantic weekend with my husband...wonder if he will let me drive?

Reagan's Too Honest Sometimes

When Reagan woke up this morning, I got her dressed and fixed her hair. She said, "Me got pretty hair mommy." Of course, ever the English teacher, I decided she was three now and it was time to start working on her use of the language. I said, "I have pretty hair Reagan," trying to get her to use the correct pronoun. She proceeds to say, "No mommy, you not got pretty hair." I said,"No Reagan, say, 'I have pretty hair,'." She says (are you ready for this)..."Mommy, I not suppose to lie."