Me: I really need to go upstairs and write, but I'm just so sleepy.
DH: Do it anyway.
Me: But when I'm sleepy I can't think of words.
DH: You have to get used it. Make it automatic. There's things I've had to do that with.
Me (insulted): Like I don't do that already with other things. I know how that works. Writing's different.
(DH goes into the bedroom and comes back through on his way outside.)
Me: Were you encouraging me?
DH: No, I was just saying you have to write even when you're sleepy.
(I hear, "You're just making excuses, lazy ass.")
Me: So you're scolding me.
DH: No, I'm just saying...(walks away again)
(I sit for a moment and let it sink in, then I gather up my writing things and go to the shed to write. On my way across the yard, I see DH sitting in his lawn chair.)
Me: You were telling me to suck it up and write because you want me to succeed.
Me: That's encouragement.
(We smile, and I make my way upstairs where I do good work thanks to my hubby. And when I come down later I give him many kisses which makes him smile again. I think he was smiling because of the kisses. Maybe something funny was on tv.)