reboot my ❤

Proactive. Ok living with said flaw in my man. How do I do it?

• Mental discipline.
• Remind mySELF of the truth
• What this marriage means to me. What did I promise. Love Is a friggin’ choice.
• Valuable things require sacrifice
• What are the good things about him?  Is he a good provider? Is he funny?  Is he a good lover? Is he sweet to our girls? Is he a good cook? Does he balance the check book to the penny?

I try to keep short accounts. You know?  I don’t let little stuff build up. I take care of those little irritations before I get mad. Make sure to thank him and say he’s made a difference and I feel better just by talking.

Pray. I dont pretty things up for God.  He already knows, right?  look at.psalms: God wants truth in my inward parts.

Exercise.  Go for a walk.  Endorphines! And gripe to God while you are at it. It helps.

Take a break.  Sit down. Turn the stove off.  (Dinner can be late.  No one ever went to hell for that. Bitter words on the other hand…)

Don’t let blood sugar get too low. Grab a celery stick or some peanut butter.

 shut up and pray.  (Stormie Omartian power of a praying wife. Oh. My. Socks.  Buy it.  Highlight it. wear it out.)

Seriously girls, I still have to rezone myself and realize I have gotten bossy and reboot and add balance and remind myself about his great qualities…..all the time!

Bi weekly conflict dates tuesdays  Bi weekly fun dates thursdays.  Cheaper than a divorce. Thin smile.

Sandwich it.

Good thing.

Bad thing.

Good thing.

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(it only works if Tuesday is the only time I strive to criticize.  Then I pray.)

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I work to accept my man the way I want him to accept me:

 Just 

Like

 I

 Am.

• The flirtatious friendship
• The favoritism
• The overwork
• Not living out our priorities

Those  are the things I go to the mattresses  over.

But I rob my words of punch if I am often fussing at my man.  

I try to make my words count.  And I make sure I’m fighting for the relationship.  And not just to get my way. 

My way is nice and all–who doesn’t like their way?– but is it nicer than a peaceful, content lifestyle and harmony and well-being and happy kids and lovely sex?

I gotta be strategic.

And then I pray my guts out.  Did I mention that?