Princess...Queen maybe

I just watched Enchanted.

I want to be a princess, is that wrong?

We went to my nephew's birthday party yesterday, where my Mother in Law announced that she read my BLOG...*hi MIL, if you are reading today*. My first thought was HOW? and WHAT?

Well, if she is reading now, be forewarned, these are thoughts in my head. They may or may not make sense to all that read, but they are the lyrics to my own music. Often they are raw. So there you go.

Anyway, back to Enchanted, it is a really cute movie.

My own thoughts were drawn into my own marriage. There are things that I wish were different, but there are good things too. Hubby's brother picks on him, a lot, saying that Hubs is "whipped" or "tagged with ball and chain". Honestly as imperfect as my hubby is, compared to his brother, Hubs is a Prince.

In bullet form here is what my hubs does that IS good:
-Helps with household chores
-Cooks dinners on nights that he is working his normal shift
-Plays with kids on occasion
-"lets" me have my night out with friends
-he does love me

Things that I wish were different with him:
-gossiping ways (*eye roll* he can be such a girl sometimes)
more patient (but we all could use more patience)
-didn't have to sleep so much (but I couldn't work all the shift work that he does without additional sleep)
-he wouldn't have such an issue with alcoholism (as much as he is in denial, he is an alcoholic)

For the most part, Hubs, is a helpful part in this family. He could be better, but compared to said brother, I think my hubs is pretty damn good.

To be treated like a princess I SHOULD treat hubs like a Prince because he could be worse, but issues with his drinking does make me less Cinderalla-ish. I would love for hubby to not drink so much that I have to drive him home in order to save our pocketbooks from DUI drainage. I wish that the bottle didn't mean so much to him. I wish that his nice call to see if I need anything from his way home wasn't selfishly inspired by his need to stop and get himself beer.

To sum it up, I guess my biggest problem with him IS his drinking. As much as I am told that it is a disease, it doesn't make me any more forgiving of it. With any disease though, it doesn't make sense to me and I just don't understand WHY.

I don't know if I have a point.

I am thankful that Hubs is pretty good, can he use improvement? yes. We all can stand to improve ourselves. I found myself defensive in his name when hearing about the comments from his brother and I wanted to grab a sword and fight for him. Even though there are things that could be better, I could be married to someone worse. Sure it isn't the BEST way to look at a marriage...but these are MY ramblings and right now that statement makes sense.