Have you ever said something and as soon as the words come out of your mouth, you wish you could take them back?
Sadly, I do this more than I’d like to admit.
And last night was no exception.
If I’d only taken the time to think it out in my head before I let those words fly out.
If only I’d kept my thoughts to myself.
If only I had remembered what Dad had tried to instill in me.
I knew better.
I was taught better.
But there it was.
Feelings were hurt.
Remorse set in.
I’ve replayed it over and over again, knowing full well that I am a disappointment to my raisin’.
Maybe it was the pain from a mouth covered in fever blisters.
Maybe it was the sore nose that is apparently gearing up to replace Rudolph next Christmas.
Maybe it was the headache that started in my actual eye socket.
Maybe it was the lateness of the hour.
Whatever made me do it, I swore right then and there that I would never let it happen again.
Never again will I allow my mouth to get ahead of my brain.
Never again will I give the Mr. the opportunity to out-McLean me.
Because, my friends, he JUMPED on it!!!
In my hour of weakness, I innocently and without thinking said these words to the Mr. just as we were going to bed last night:
“My face hurts”.
That’s when my sweet, loving, caring, precious husband said, without a moment’s hesitation:
“Yeah, it’s hurting me too”.
He’s been in the family too long!