I Can Admit When I Am Wrong.

My husband does at least his fair share around this house. He has the kiddies on his own on Mondays and Wednesdays when I work late. He’s home with them for 3 to 4 hours before I get home from work and has to feed them dinner and get them ready for bed by himself. I can appreciate that this is no simple task. However, on the nights that I AM home, I maybe sometimes might kinda feel like I do everything around here. I realized, tonight, that I am wrong.
Mark has been going to physical therapy for the last month or so. He’s lucky enough to get some excellent care from my co-workers. The downside is that he’s gone for a couple of hours during the critical dinnertime, bath time rush. Of course, I knew it would be more difficult without an extra body here, but I didn’t realize how much he really does.
It’s crazy trying to cook dinner with all three of them during the bewitching hour. Brady’s usually trying to create some death-defying stunt or fashion a piñata out of dog leash and Easter basket, Sully’s pooping in his pants, and Colin is a Mr. Fussy Pants. So yeah, cooking dinner with a whiney baby on your hip and being constantly interrupted to clean up poop and prevent injuries is rough, as expected.
The same goes for bath time. I try to bathe the older boys while Colin is taking his late afternoon nap (lucky!). I bathe Colin when he gets up. I try to move as quickly as possible because when I’m tied to the bathroom there is no telling what is going on in the other rooms of this house.
So tonight was chaotic without Mark. I totally expected that. As soon as he walked in the door, he made some goofy face at Colin, and my Mr. Fussy Pants smiled. I realized he had not smiled once at me since I had picked him up. Not once. I started thinking about the typical evenings, when we’re both here. Yes, I usually cook, clean up the kitchen, bathe the kids, get them ready for bed. Then I realized, Mark serves an incredibly important function here, even when I am home: Entertainer of the Little People. While I am doing what I do, he’s making the kids smile and laugh, or playing a game with them, or keeping them from fashioning piñatas from dog leashes and Easter baskets. I have a new found appreciation for what he does, because when he does what he does, it allows me to do what I do, and that leads to more smiles and laughter around this house and that makes my heart happy.

About jillo31

I always wanted to write the great American novel. I've come to the realization that that may not happen. Instead, I'm going to write about my life as a working mom to three boys. I figure in ten years, I won't remember what these days are like. I want to record my everyday victories and struggles.
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