"Click, Click"

The language challenge in my house, the last few years has been ok. I pretty much well understand what's going on and when I don't care to know, I just tune it out.

But since SIL has gotten here its been all Moroccan- all the time. This I've noticed. Especially after DH promised that it wouldn't be that way because she's learning English and needs to practice. I think that if it is possible, her English has gotten worse. So this has posed a problem between DH and I because he'll go on and on about something about work to them and by the time he comes back over to me, he's too tired to rehash it in a way that I can understand or participate in. Then I find out that major decisions are being made while I'm in the next room between the 3 of them and I'm not being consulted. So after a few gentle reminders from DH that I need to remember that we are all a family and to include SIL in things, I turn the proverbial table around and wallop him on the head with it.

I was hurt, I was upset, I was the one doing all the bending and still getting left out. So last night, there was a moment of clarity that I almost missed had it not stopped in its tracks to put its hand on my shoulders and shake me. DH was relaying a story about something that happened at work. I was only half listening like I do at most of our dinners because I'm the one being left out. This time DH told his story -half-half or in Moroccan nos-nos. At the end of it he looked at me and winked. I then realized that over the past week, he had been more engaging in conversation with just me and including me and I almost missed. The moment I realized it was so clear that it actually made a clicking noise and had to do it a second time because I wasn't paying attention. Thanks for taking a second chance on me.