I have learned so much during this time - about myself, my kids, my goals in parenting and in life. And while this has all been fine and dandy, there is one thing that I now know FOR CERTAIN.
|It's the most wonderful time of the day! (For Mommy too...)|
Yes, he works at an often stressful job with unpredictable and sometimes long hours. His job frequently invades our nights and weekends. The stress of it can feel like another appendage at times. I get it.
But, now that I am home and not scurrying off to a full-time job with a long commute every day, his responsibilities at home have been FAR reduced. I don't want to specify how reduced because he will read this and I know that he will disagree with me; however, let's just say the last time the man located a cleaning product he was aged in a different decade.
Now, I don't want to sound like Husband does nothing. He definitely pulls his weight around our house and is most nights in charge of bath and bedtime, giving me a much-needed reprieve...so I can write humorous blog posts about our life. Ahem.
BUT, and this is a significant BUT. From my viewpoint, he gets off pretty easy in the whole scheme of things. He gets to shower and leave the house 5 days a week ALONE. He doesn't have to wrangle two kids to get dressed and brush their teeth, now please, so we can get out the door on time for school.
I seriously find myself pondering what life would be like if I could shower in the morning and subsequently leave the house by myself with an entire commute to do, well, absolutely nothing but drive, listen to music and chew gum.
When Husband returns home, the house has been cleaned, dishes and clothes washed and put away, dog walked, dinner (usually) prepared and ready to eat. Groceries have been purchased, children picked up and dropped off from school, and all the other items that used to fill our weekends are now complete.
But, this is my job now. A job I didn't necessarily sign-up for, but, shockingly, one I really wouldn't trade for the world (right now at least).
And while Husband certainly misses out on all the grunt work and gets to walk in the door to a chorus of screams from two children who act like they haven't seem him in months, I know that I am the real winner.
(See Husband, and you thought I was going to spend an entire post whining.)
While I may not always look pretty or even get a shower every day, I get to spend every day with the two of the three most special people ever. And for that I will suck it up and clean the high chair tray, again.