Sometimes while Dave is away it seems like my days are longer and more arduous. I am constantly amidst the long days of whining children. The days seem to be fraught with fighting and yelling, and I’m a little ashamed to admit how hoarse my voice grows. The days seem to never end because the toddlers have learned how to climb out of their cribs. I feel buried under mountains of laundry and piles of papers to be corrected and read. Once I finish cleaning, I just have to start again, because I have apparently raised slobs. On these days, the days that I feel like crying and cracking a bottle of whine at 10 am, I remind myself how blessed I am.
All of my children are healthy. Sometimes you have to go with the basics. Because after a day spent with Ms. Sass, Mr. Poutyface, and Mr. Scream and two boys in the full throws of terrible twos, it’s all you can muster.
I have a husband that works hard. I have a husband that will take all five children to a pool party alone. I have the kind of man that will watch four boys while I trek San Francisco with my girl scout troop. I expect him to spend the day playing with children and referring fights. I expect to come home to a mess and ordered pizza. What I find is the complete opposite. While I’m away he builds me a gate. He ventures to Home Depot alone with all of his boys. When I come home, the house is clean, the laundry is done, and dinner is made. He amazes me. He loves me better than anyone ever could. That’s enough to get me through the day.
I love you too, baby. I’m sorry that I’m not there to help you though your day every week. But look on the bright side, at least we are finally getting some use out of my cowboy boots.
And by the way, this blog was like an exercise in obscure spellings. You never cease to amaze me.