Men

OK- so I probably won't be able to write this whole post because I was too busy reading other posts! but here we go...

I have decided to do a new method of cleaning up- read: decluttering. I decided not to stress with the big project mentaliy of getting a room done in a day (because it's impossible now) but to slowly but surely every day remove things I notice and put them where they go (trash or otherwise). This is not a foolproof plan because most of our clutter is some form of reading material and I read everything I see. If you wrote on toilet paper- I'd read the whole thing before I wiped my butt. So decluttering in spurts ends up risking that I am on the floor with a pile of magazines, catching up on the latest recipe I'm never going to cook.

My point... oh yea- so I found an old journal/devotional book that is in a pile on my dresser- and it has been staring at me saying: you should read me and be a better Christian. So I picked it up before my shower and read a couple of pages. Note about myself: my theology has changed back and forth through the years, but mainly I have settled at least into a galaxy of thought. I have plenty of miles to explore, and will never see it all- but I might say I have found my home. All that to say- I used to be in another galaxy, and this journal is from that place. One of my weird things is that I like to use different names/genders/etc to describe God. For me- it helps me keep the sense of big-ness, surpassing understanding, if I don't resort to the same ol "he/Father." This is not to say that those terms are bad - they just aren't as helpful to me. SO- this journal has all sorts of "He, Himself, Father, His" and very little else- it kind of starts rubbing on me. Then I get to the devotion I am blogging about: it's about being thankful to your husbands (the journal is geared toward women). Quick statement: I love my husband and REALLY appreciate him. So much- that this devotion offended me FOR him. Basically it says we should write him a note or think of some creative way to show our appreciation- very nice, good thought. Then the author gets screwy. She talks about how we should appreciate our hubby when "he takes us out to dinner when he'd rather collapse on the sofa," we should thank him for "sending you roses even though they make his nose itch," and my favorite: "who spends Saturday afternoon watching your offspring play soccer when the football game on television beckons him."

I'm sorry - and earmuffs to those sensitive- but what the freakin hell?

Hunter cries when Jason leaves the room and people are surprised. WHY? Because he is a good father and spends time with his child? I appreciate all of the things Jason does- but as far as being a nurturing father and husband- I expect it too. Just like anyone would expect me to be a nurturing mother. Why is it so earth-shattering when a man cares?

ugh. OK- I have to go. But my bottom line is this: it's not the men that are annoying me this time- It's the women who give them no credit.