Pam ~ Our home study is THIS SATURDAY!!! Our social worker, Kim, is coming to our house at 1 o'clock and we are planning for her to be there about 5 hours.
I thought I was doing pretty well about this ~ not worrying too much, not stressing out too much, etc. ~ until I started snapping at Nathan on Tuesday morning about him "not caring enough." I, by nature, am a perfectionist. I prefer to do things myself because I know it will get done "properly" that way. Not knowing EXACTLY what to expect on Saturday has started stressing me. Nathan DOES care about our home study. He cares a lot and has been working hard to get things done just as much as I have. But he does things differently and handles things differently. I had no right to think he didn't care enough. He cares PLENTY and has been patiently walking beside me and helping me get done everything that I think HAS to be done. I have apologized and am working to stay calm as Saturday quickly approaches.
Why is it that we so often lash out at the ones we care the most about? Why do we think they "don't understand" when, in reality, they probably understand the best because they know us the best? Why don't I allow others to help me do the things that need to be done, and not "critique" everything afterwards?

