This week I told my family my need for happiness. Sadly I had to do this in letter form because over the school holidays we hardly sit down together as a family. They read it while I was at my night job.
My letter included the need to keep our communication open. I’ve tried to allocate Sunday as a meal that we all must attend (hopefully) so we can discuss what we’ve been doing all week and our needs, wants and goals (and even gripes if we have them).
Luckily the letter went down well. My husband and two sons had no idea how important it was for me to know that my family was happy. So they were glad I let them know.
One thing I made clear was that I wasn’t over reacting when I asked for help or got upset at their lack of ability to understand my feelings (no I definitely wasn’t just being a girl and NO I’m not hormonal). I’m not the only female in the house because our 5-year-old staffy, Boss, is the other girl (bitch) member but her voice is…well…a bark not a bite! But of course I am out-numbered by male testosterone (and the way Boss smells at times she may as well be male).
This testosterone gives me never-ending queries about; ‘What’s to eat?’; ‘Where’s my socks (shoes, surfboard, football, keys, undies, ipod, phone) and head (just joking on that one)?‘; ‘Can you give me money for petrol (food, food or food)?’; ‘Can one friend stay over (but it’s always at least 4)?’; ‘Will you drive me to footy training (the beach, the movies, the shops, the girlfriend’s)?’; ‘Can I have more phone credit?’; and my personal favourite, ‘Whew! Did you smell that fart?’.
With all that going on my head is usually in a spin just sorting out all their stuff. I had to let them know that I’m running out of time for my own stuff. My stuff usually meaning time to write.
But what really makes me happiest is everyone giving and taking so we can all do the things we love to do. I was frustrated that they all seemed to be getting on with their stuff because I help them with it but no one was helping me with mine.
And so the letter came into being. Due to its existance, now they will help me with housework, ask me if I’m okay, discuss where they are going and who they are with, be more respectful, tidy up after themselves, give me time to write and most of all remain a tight family unit and love each other.
Gotta love that kind of happiness.
Let me know about your happiness.