If I could physically stand to take a week's vacation alone, I desperately need it. Yet we know that could never happen due to fundage, logic, and the sheer thought of not seeing my little guy for even one day is nuts. In my mind however, I would love to see how my husband would fare while I was away. I must reassure you that he is still an awesome husband; who is great and loving with our son, helps out around the house, and puts up with my ever-changing demeanor. However, I feel that we are developing a persona of good and bad cop here. Luckily, my spouse is not deployable at this time, and is actually home more than he ever has been in the 10 years we have been together, which is a true blessing, especially knowing so many other gals whose hubbys have been gone for so long. But I am still gonna rant here, cause that's what wives do.
By the time my husband gets home in the late afternoon, my child has usually hit his "totally over it all" phase of the day and we are both pretty sick of one another. In swoops super dad. Who comes in and steals all the giggles, undoes my entire day's worth of teaching our son to pick up his toys and feed himself, and ruins dinner by giving him a unnecessary snack or 3. Lord knows I don't want to be a nag, but I get a bit frustrated with the role of the spoiler he gets to take on, while I am the mean mommy who is trying to keep the routine intact. What if he had been the one at home all day, chasing a child to change his diaper, coaxing him to eat properly, and picking up the trail of destruction for the millionth time that afternoon? All the while still trying to clean up the dishes from last night's dinner, avoid the sticky milk spots on the floor, load the washer one more time, and remember to eat. Mother's day does come but once a year, but I feel that all mothers should get a few days off so that the spouse could truly take over and feel how much of an impact that we have on the smooth running of the house.
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