Vacation in the Midwest recovery complete. Clothes are in the wash, house cleaned up to pre-vacation standards, new food experiments completed and in progress, desk down to active projects, checkbook balanced. Oh yes, I feel very accomplished.
And I also feel proud of my patience and helpfulness this week. It's a strange thing that I've noticed several times today that I feel bad, as if one would think I'm conceited, when I say good or nice things about myself. That's crap - does the media instill this thinking in me? Where ever it comes from, I don't like it and I jettison it. Or I put it in a bubble and blow it away. Whatever.
In any case, I have been patient and helpful to my partner this week and it feels good. He's asked for my help a few times and I've helped. And realized that when I ask for his help and then promptly reject it, it doesn't help me, him or our relationship. We've also spent some time socializing with friends and when I was ready to leave and he wasn't, I just waited it out doing the social butterfly thing since I couldn't sit still a moment longer and it worked out great - even superficial connections with people are like are to be cherished sometimes. And, against my initial instincts, when he's arrived at my house hungry asking for something to eat, I haven't yelled at him (more than the first time), but have instead told him what I have that could be easily and quickly prepared. I feel like all this is a very good sign of the health of our partnership.
And he's helped me right back. And not judged me for the times I did yell (screech). And he drank the chalky smoothie I made us tonight. Without complaint. This could be the start of a beautiful relationship.