Spaghetti Sauce Does Not Go On Waffles...

The title of this blog is a reference to a pre-marital counseling session Erik and I did. Its a book and dvd course put out by a ministry couple (that I am too lazy at this moment to look up but I will link at the end of the blog through amazon) called Men Are Like Waffles, Women Are Like Spaghetti. To skip a bunch of in-between stuff, the main premise is that men, like waffles, organize their thoughts into boxes and like syrup, once they're in that box, they are stuck in it. Women, on the other hand, are like spaghetti. The sauce flows all over and can touch all the noodles and all the noodles wind around the plate and connect to each other, so our thoughts often connect to a million different places.
I say all this because: All this week nearly every email I have gotten from the FRG has contained a reminder that the winter formal for Erik's unit is going to be Feb 12th. When this was announced at the beginning of December I was mildly excited because I didn't know if Erik would want to go, I tossed the idea to him, he didn't object and said we would have to get his Class A's fixed first. I agreed and then allowed myself to get excited. Clearly the class A's needing fixed comment meant it was okay to go. I start looking at dresses, I ask him what he likes and doesn't like, he gives comments here and there. Then I notice on New Year's Eve he's a little agitated when I ask him about a dress. Later I ask him point blank: Do you even want to go?  "No."
See, apparently he was in a "Class A's need fixed" box and didn't realize I'd taken that with my spaghetti and run with it. So now, when I get grumpy or upset we're not going, I end up doing the typical woman thing (which I truly do try not to do) and get quiet and try to get un-upset about it but his timing is impeccable and he walks in right at that moment and asks me whats wrong.
I get that its a dance, which is not a guy thing. I get that it means getting all dressed up, which is definitely not a guy thing either, but I think for me its a chance to go out to something nice with my husband before he deploys later. I wanted it to be our last thing before deployment together and a way to celebrate Valentine's day, and I get that being in his class A's with guys from work may not be the ideal way to spend it, and I am trying to empathize, but I still can't help feeling a little let down each time my FRG drives it home that I volunteered to help and to come to things and my FRG leader, with whom I am much better aquainted now since I am going to be a Key caller, personally asked me if we were coming and I said "We plan to."
Oh wells. I'll get over it, I know it is silly, I guess I just needed to vent.

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Fae