This Guy’s Sunday

This was one of this guy’s last Sunday’s; what a wonderful day.


Sundays can be a stressful day for me; I have to worry about doing everything right for my amazing wife. I am so thankful I am married to her; she is my joy and I become alive around her. If we are in a hurry, I have to be careful not to offend her or be slow.

It started off with dragging myself out of bed and taking a quick shower. I went through my usual routine of eating, chugging coffee (so I can stop being a grumpy non-morning person), and singing silly songs to relieve stress. I needed to relieve stress because my wife got dismayed about us not going out to eat enough and not having enough time to eat breakfast. I was in a good mood again, but my wife got impatient and upset since she was late. I always consider it my fault if I’m late; even if I’m waiting for my wife. My wife got upset because I didn’t tell her what time it was. I then sarcastically said that I knew she could tell time. I honestly thought that she was watching the time. This was the start to my wonderful day.

I admit I’m a sensitive guy; I’m most sensitive to the one person in my life on earth that is closest to me. That I commit hours on end to serving, loving, and protecting. I do my best to listen and work through everything. I always try to be kind and caring. I realize I am not perfect and my wife is not perfect.

I’m not the most social guy; I’m most social to those around me that I can trust enough to converse with. If I don’t trust them and are not familiar with those around me, I become reserved, quiet, and meek.

I’m not the most witty guy; I take time to think and time to respond. I need time since I don’t have much to say or comment one. When people like my wife can talk non-stop for an hour; I can sit still and not do anything for an hour. I of course have so much to do though with a family, a house, and a job.

Anyways, the time at church was alright; except for the times that my wife treated me like a kid. I’m not sure if she realized when or if she treats me like her son; scowling and demanding an immediate response or action. I want to respond and do what she wants; I don’t want her to get mad at me and diminish me in public. She doesn’t realize how often she tells me I do something wrong and how often she does the same things. Here is an example. Today after church there was a potluck; she enjoys potlucks and talking to people(I dread potlucks and talking to people.) She literally talked to people the whole time. I spend some time listening, I spent some time watching the array of kids, I spent some time on my phone. I was sitting next to her on my phone for a couple minutes. She noticed that our kid was not around anymore. She got upset and questioned why I was on my phone and why I didn’t know where our kid was. If we both share the same responsibility, why did I bear all the burden?

It drives me crazy that she gets upset when I am slow, but she is slow a lot more than me. I want to tell her what drives me crazy, but I cannot. If I tell her she will probably get mad and offended at the notion of me talking about something she does wrong.

What can a faithful husband do but pray to God for a better attitude and less stress. I then proceed to lessen stress by exercise, or singing in a silly voice. Lately I have been singing in a silly voice. I cannot seem to get away to exercise because she then might feel that I’m secluding myself from her.

What can a faithful husband do to stay sane and faithful? I can keep going, keep praying, keep loving. I do what I can to get through each day. Even though I feel trapped some days, I muster enough strength to get through it.

My final thoughts of this wonderful Sunday is what I got to do. I was able to be around people who were actually having a good day. I was privileged to hear my son laugh a thousand times. I felt the warm embrace of my God and my wife.

This was one random guy’s Sunday; it was a wonderful day…..