The other night we managed to get both kids to bed early. I couldn’t believe it! We would actually have time to watch a video in its entirety.
I skipped down the stairs and planted myself on the couch just as my husband turned on a football game. What? I smiled and said, “So, what would you like to do tonight?”
He shrugged, eyes focused on the game. “I don’t care.”
A flash of anger heated my stomach. I got up to get a drink of water and muttered, “Well, I don’t want to watch football.” The game stayed on. My irritation heated up. I picked up a novel, but didn’t pay much attention to it.
In the quietness of my spirit, I heard a calm, rational voice. Maybe you should talk to him. Maybe he didn’t hear you mumble under your breath that you didn’t want to watch football. Maybe he has no idea that you wanted to watch a movie since he can’t read your mind.
Like the mature person I am, I ignored those thoughts and announced I was going to bed. My bewildered husband blinked. “Have I done something to upset you?”
I wanted to scream, “Duh!” Fortunately, at this point I decided to listen to that little voice in my head. Still whiny and a bit irritated, I explained my situation.
His shoulders slumped. “Why didn’t you say something earlier? I didn’t hear you. I would have loved to have watched that movie tonight.”
By the time we resolved the issue, we had no time left for the video. If I had just swallowed my pride and acted like a big girl, we could have gotten over the whole thing in a few minutes, enjoyed the movie, and had a great evening. What a waste. So, what did I learn? My husband needs me to communicate with him in a clear and effective manner. And he really can’t read minds—which happens to be a good thing.