Nagging

I hate my mom's nagging.  She gets things in her head and wants them done immediately.  If they aren't done on her time table or to her liking, she won't let up until things change.  I determined as a kid that I would be nothing like her.

Oh, how I wish I could say that I'm not.

You see, marriage has brought out a nagging streak in me.  A nagging streak that I detest, but one that lurks in the depths of my sinful nature nonetheless.

I nag my husband to help around the house, but even worse, I nag him about his food choices or even to be more romantic (in the ways that I want of course) and in the process, I forget to let him do things on his timetable.  

I neglect to respect him and fail to give him the credit for the things that he does do.  I only see his faults and his flaws in accordance with my standards and I forget that I am not the one who should be judging him in the first place.