I don't listen to my husband very well. He's a rambler, bless his heart, and often times he tells me something important long after my mind has started to wonder during his story. Everything is a story, bless my heart.
Here's a dramatization:
What he tells me: "You won't believe who I saw today. So, I left the house around noon after I dropped Madison off. I went by the gym, worked out for a bit, and remembered that I needed to stop by Walmart to grab some toiletries. I got some gas first at Sam's Club, because it's cheaper. Did you know gas is under $3. I filled that thang up! Cost me less than $30. Got to Walmart, got my toiletries, picked up some apples for Madison and grabbed some cinnamon rolls and donuts. I might just get those donuts every time I go to Walmart. On my way out guess who I ran into? Your cousin. She said she's ready to see everybody for Thanksgiving."
What he could have told me: "I saw your cousin in Walmart today, she's looking forward to Thanksgiving."
As I type this he sits beside me laughing and reading along and admits that that is exactly how he tells me practically everything....and he plans to stop talking to me.
But seriously, he really should stop talking to me if I can't take the time to listen to what he has to say. Sadly, my Type A personality likes it when people get to the point, but it's really a sign of impatience, is it not?! At best, my husband probably gets about an hours worth of my time per night during the work week. The least I could do is give him my undivided attention and listen to his "stories".
...no matter how long they might be ;).