My So-Called Homeschool

We recently went to a marriage seminar that really hit home with me.  They made a particular point over and over — that until we can truly have a servant’s heart toward our spouse, it is hard to make a marriage work. So, on that note, a recent scene from my family room.

Set notes:

Both Squid and Gem are sitting in the family room. Kids are nestled all snug in their beds, and Papa (sans cap) is sitting in his chair watching Battlestar Galactica with his laptop in his lap, also blogging. Mama (sans kerchief) is sitting at the computer desk, blog surfing and entering apron contests.

Squid (Papa): Do we have any ice cream?

Gem(Mama): I think there’s a little left. (thinks a minute) Yes, there is some in there.

slight pause

Squid: Could you go get me some ice cream?

longer pause

Gem: evil eye look, slight growl

Squid: I guess that’s a no?

Gem: (deep sigh) No, not exactly. It’s inner struggle. (stands to go get ice cream) You see, I want to have a servant’s heart and go get you the ice cream. But it pisses me off when we’re both sitting here comfy and you ask me to go get you something. I never do that.
Squid: (raised eyebrow look)

Gem: (quickly backtracking) Ok, well maybe not never. But hardly ever, well not very much. . . (backpedal, backpedal)

Squid: I wouldn’t say you never do it, but I think it’s fair to say that I do it to you more often than you do it to me.

Gem: (on the way upstairs for ice cream, calls over her shoulder) OK, I’ll take that. I win!

And that, my friends, is how a marriage works!