My Rules


I think The Hero has acclimated nicely to being married to a justice junkie, spontaneously thinking crazy woman such as myself. He has very few rules that I must follow when developing a project, a plan or an idea. And while the rules are few, I still have a hard time following them from time to time. It’s not because I am intending to break the rules, but most often it is because I forget.

Here are the rules:

1.) I cannot be led solely from emotion.
Allegedly, the rule doesn’t allow for a reactionary response based upon my ability to be moved at a moment’s notice. Like when I asked if we could become home base for all the animals and children displaced from Hurricane Katrina. He simply smiled and said “Rule #1”.

2.) The decision I make cannot force us to move more than 50 miles outside our current location without prior notice. This rule was developed upon our first trip from Ethiopia wherein I announced on the airplane we were selling our home, cashing in his retirement plan with the fire department and opening an orphanage in Ethiopia for needy children.

3.) If The Hero is expected to be exert money, time or energy on one of my projects, I have to successfully implement and maintain such enthusiasm for a defined length of time. This defined length of time is also determined by The Hero, not me. This rule developed after reading Jen Hatmaker’s 7 last year and advising The Hero I had hired a bulldozer to demolish our back yard and till up a garden plot that if successful would mean our kids’ swing set must be demolished to make way for potatoes.

As I previously indicated in my last post, I love this time of year. As dominated the kitchen table a few weeks ago with growth charts, almanacs, seed catalogs and soil tests, The Hero tried to slink into his Lazyboy undetected. No dice.
“Hey did you rent the tiller for the garden space this year?” I batted my eyes his direction for effect.

“Uh…you’re doing that again this year?” He was already looking for an escape route from the living room.

I stared out the kitchen window and daydreamed. “I grew tomatoes, herbs, raspberries, blackberries, blueberries, cucumbers, leafy greens and peppers last year. This year I think we need to move the kids swing set to make room for a cut flower garden, garlic, strawberries, okra, black-eyed peas, onions and carrots. What do you think?”

I turned around to discover he was headed out of the living room mumbling something about Rule #3.

– Hugs n Love,

Lindsey

Lindsey Andrews
About me

Attorney & Author of I Walk For Water. http://amzn.to/1FWlzpW Loved by hubs, 2 adopted kids, but worshiped by a French bulldog, named Walter.

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