At Any Given Moment

At any given moment. That phrase keeps running through my mind. My weekend has been an entire series of "any given moments."

Friday dawned sunny and surprisingly warm. I was tired, but was also off to work. I knew once I got there, things would be okay. I love my job, it can be physically exhausting, but it feeds my soul and makes me happy.

Mid day arrives, attitude and energy are positive. I have dared to think of the possibilities presenting themselves in just a few hours hence. Anticipating the luxury of an empty home, which, at this moment, appeared to be a very real possibility.

Until...

Until the phone rang. Until I was faced with an issue I was unprepared to deal with. I'm fairly certain my children are actively employing a strategy to drive me insane. Musicman would most likely say that would be a short drive, but that's a story for another day. Once I got off the phone and realized I needed to do something, my only thought was to call Musicman. He would know exactly what to do. So, that's what I did.

He did know what to do and told me very clearly what he wanted me to do until he could get to me to handle the situation. I think he must have broken several speed limits to get to me, because he got home in record time. He handled the immediate situation and spent some time helping me calm down. I wish I could say he did that with a spanking, but it wasn't to be as we weren't alone. Once he was assured I was okay he went back to work, knowing that further discussion and a long term solution was needed.

That conversation took place later that evening. He listened to everything I had to say, even though I'm sure I was repeating myself unnecessarily. We did come to an agreement on how we would address the situation to prevent it from happening again. Unfortunately, in the course of the discussion I managed to get myself worked into a frenzy. I was a hysterical mess, shaking and crying and absolutely unable to calm myself.

We had a house full of people so anything remotely intimate, which would have been effective, was out of the question. Instead he laid on the bed with me, pulled me onto his chest and just held me. He occasionally reminded me to breathe and that I was safe. I was exhausted and felt as if the tears would never stop. He just continued to hold me and stroke my head and whisper loving things to me. Eventually I fell asleep lying on his chest with his arms around me. At that given moment, he gave me everything I needed.

I've always thought if you want to know the secret to how couples stay happy and together, don't look at what they do during the good times, anyone can be happy during the good times. Instead, look at what they do during the bad times, that is the predictor of happiness in a relationship. Musicman did exactly what I needed him to do, even though I could not have told him, if asked, exactly what it was I needed.  Once again, I'm left with the feeling that I can handle any situation as long as he is by my side.