I owe Adventure Guy. He and I are both trying to get back into the swing of the whole working out thing. Except that he has more incentive than I do because he’ll be running the Marine Corps marathon in a couple of months. But tonight, he postponed his workout so that I could make it to my Pilates class. My gym offers a number of classes, but I can only make the Tuesday evening and Saturday morning ones because of my work schedule. The last couple of weeks, I’ve had one thing after another come up, and I’ve had to skip class.
But tonight, I was set. I was determined to make it to class. I had a plan. I had worked it out with Adventure Guy that he would go run in the early-evening time frame and then take Soccer Boy to the Boy Scout informational meeting at 7:00. I would go to my class from 7:00 to 8:00, and we would all meet up happily afterwards at home. Ah, but the best laid plans o mice an men gang aft agley, and Robert Burns’ mouse had nothing on us here in Suburbia tonight.
At 4:00 p.m., my cell phone rang. Gym Girl asked, “Mom, did you remember my Back to School night is from 6:00 to 7:00 tonight?” Uh, no, because it was on my calendar for Thursday night. Gym Girl said that not only was it written in her agenda for tonight but that her teachers also reminded them before they left school today. Great. I double checked the district publication that listed all the Back to School nights….6th grade, Gym Girl’s school, yep, Thursday 6:30-7:30. I called the office to double check the night and time. Voice mail. I called the assistant principal’s super-secret line (there have to be some benefits to this job). She confirmed a misprint in the district guide and mentioned the correct time in on the marquee outside the school and that there have been reminders in the agenda. Ummm…must not have noticed that.
I called Adventure Guy to inform him of the situation and tell him that I won’t be making class after all. He promptly volunteered to go to Back to School night before heading to the Boy Scout meeting. The two schools are close together, and the timing actually worked as well. Since I am working hard on not feeling like I have to do everything myself and taking him up on his many offers to help, I actually agreed to this plan and thanked him. I felt guilty. But I went to Pilates.
I’m convinced that in all marriages, it’s the little things that matter. Both the little good things and the little bad things. While seemingly small, Adventure Guy’s willingness to put aside his own desires so that he could help me get a little time to myself means so much to me. It’s those little gestures that say “I love you, and you’re important to me.” And year in and year out, I’ll take a dozen little kindnesses over a dozen roses any time.