Chris almost took out one of my apple trees with a zero turn mower yesterday. He says I’m being a little dramatic when I say “took out”, in his words, he bumped it. Regardless, I’m gonna watch out when I see him on that thing.
When I found out he “bumped” into my two year old apple tree, he joked that I couldn’t even make him sleep in the guest room, if I wanted, for the misdemeanor. Why, you might ask? Because we’re already sleeping in our guest room this week.
Chris has suffered with allergies for over a month now, so on Monday, we were supposed to get a big rain and I hoped it would wash some of the pollen out of the air. I waited and waited and asked when it was going to rain all day and it finally came right about the time we were going to sleep.
I listened to the thunder, nodded off and slept hard until I heard Chris in the middle of the night, telling me to wake up.
Apparently, along with washing the pollen out of the air, the quick 8 inches of rain we got decided to wash into our master bedroom as well.
Chris made me aware of this at 3 am when he stepped out of bed, and into a puddle. He quickly dashed through the house, checked every room, and came back to give me the report, which I sleepily received.
I’m not sure if Chris married a very logical, nonchalant, or crazy person, but my response to him splashing around in our room was: Chris, it’s not that I’m not concerned but it’s 3 am and there’s nothing we can do about this right now, so go back to sleep and we’ll figure it out in the morning. Which I did.
I slept well for the rest of the night, woke up, and we handled it.
Marriage is a funny thing because you bind yourself together for a lifetime with someone, not knowing what exactly that lifetime will bring with it. I didn’t go into marriage knowing how Chris would react to waking up with rain running into our floor. And I bet he sure never knew how I would react to that situation. In the grand scheme of things, it ended up being a minor inconvenience. But, for better or for worse, we signed up to weather whatever storms come together.