Marriage Monday

Welcome to Marriage Monday's ~ the one day out of the week where I discuss what's going on in our marriage, good or bad.
We had such a wonderful & relaxing weekend, other than going to church on Sunday.  That kind of sucked, actually.  Yes, I know...what a horrible thing to say.  Our church is just not a happy place to be right now - there is so much tension in the air and everyone's emotions are running at an all time high.  I have some more news for y'all on this later this week, but if you don't know what I'm talking about...you can read the whole story here.  Even though some unpleasant things are happening within our church right now, having a godly husband has made all the difference.  He's had some really great advice through everything and he's been strong for me.  
Yesterday when we left church, I just got into the car and started sobbing.  I can't seem to wrap my brain around the things going on right now, and Mr. Robinson just drove us home and let me cry.
We've been married for a little over 9 months, and we've been together less than a year and a half total.  We still haven't reached the point in our relationship where I feel like I can cry to him.  When I cry, the poor guy has no clue what to do.  Sometimes he gets angry, sometimes he fusses at me, sometimes he ignores me...none of those things make me feel any better.  But it's hard to hold it against him since he really doesn't know what to do and we haven't been together long enough or gone through enough hard times for him to know what I need in those moments.  But this Sunday, he just let me cry.  He didn't say anything, he didn't do anything.  He drove.  I cried.  And in some weird, twisted way...it was nice.  It was nice just to have him there.  It was nice to cry in front of him, because I usually run into the bedroom and hide when I feel tears coming on.  
When we got home, I leaned into him for a hug with my face turned away so that I didn't get makeup on his white shirt.  We went inside, got the dogs, and went to my parent's house for lunch.  When we returned, we laid on the sofas and watched House until it was time for bed.  We didn't go back to church last night ... 
I felt uneasy all day.  I still feel uneasy this morning.  But I know my husband is there for me, and it makes a world of difference.  

So my goal for this week is to be a better wife to him, too.  I told him my plan this morning and he responded with a "Well, we have to start going to bed at 8:30."
I leave for work every morning at 8:45 am to be at work by 9.  Mr. R hasn't made any money in the past few weeks because it's easy for him to get distracted once I leave the house.  From what I can tell, he usually spends some time in the word, watches ESPN, and just kind of hangs out.  Sometimes he visits with a friend of his, sometimes he comes by my work and talks to me or my dad.  I've done nothing but make the problem worse...because when I work all day and come home to find him laying on the sofa, and the house looks a mess....the next morning, I leave him a list of chores.  My logic is that if he's going to spend all day at home, he might as well do some housework to help lighten my load.
And yes, if he's home all day he should help out around the house.  I come home and housework is done, so I'm happy.  The problem here is that I'm being selfish when I should be encouraging.  I told him this morning we're going to start waking up at 6 am instead of 8.  We'll spend some time studying the Bible together, have coffee, and get ready.  Hopefully if we start our day off productively, that pattern will continue for the rest of the day.  So...our bedtime has moved from 10 pm to 8:30, I suppose.  =)   It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make so that we can start being better friends for each other.  He gave me exactly what I needed by letting me cry in the car, and I should be giving him exactly what he needs too.