Really, I mean...REALLY?!?

So our daycare is closed due to sick kids. Not a big deal...we split the day. I took the morning, my husband took the afternoon. After a crazy afternoon at the clinic (I'm a nurse, BTW), I head home. Walk in the door to find my little man laying on the couch with a small gash on his forehead.

 

So the convo went something like this:

 

Me: "What happened? How big is the cut? I need to look at it (it was covered with a bandaid). Do we need to take him in? When did this happen? Why didn't you call?"

 

Husband: "He ran into a car mirror when he was trying to scoot me in the parking lot. No big deal, it's not that big."

 

So I finally get the bandaid off my son's forehead and it's no small cut. Enough that I know it needs either glue or stitches. And because I told him that, he's annoyed with me. Really, I mean, REALLY?!?! I'm a peds nurse for pete's sake! I've seen my fair share of head lacerations and this one probably isn't going to heal up nicely on it's own without having a huge scar. It needed some glue.

 

 

So I take him to Acute Care after supper, only to get the cold shoulder and attitude from my husband. I wasn't mad that it happened while he was watching the kids, because it could have happened to either of us. I'm not mad that he didn't call and let me know (ok, so maybe just a tad upset...but not mad!). But a simple phone call and picture would have helped me to figure out what to do and where to go, rather than get home, be surprised by this and head into Acute Care. So who knows why he's actually pissy about the whole thing, but he is. 

 

(BTW, anytime I watch Dancing with the Stars,which I'm doing right now...I really wish I could have had the opportunity to pursue the dancing I wanted to...except my parents didn't want to drive 15 miles, so I didn't get to...that's a whole story in itself!)

 

So now i have a 5 year old with a glued forehead, a husband who is pissed that I undermined him and a load of laundry to fold...oh, and a daycare that is going to be closed AGAIN tomorrow. Tomorrow will be a better day, right?!?! 

A new appreciation

So I have a wonderful husband who is truly amazing. He is an awesome father and helps out more than the average guy! He's on the floor playing with kids. He's making supper and helping with dishes. I am so lucky to have someone like him. And right now...I miss him and everything he does!

Right now, his job is requiring a lot of hours, above and beyond the 40 hours required. For the past three or four weeks, he's put in about 60+ hours per week...which leaves me with the kids a lot. I love my children deeply and I certainly can handle a night by myself...it's just so much easier with my husband here. Someone around to help keep the kids occupied while I make supper, someone to help reinforce to our son the need to eat more quickly or use your utensils at meals, someone to back me up, someone to help get supper going, someone to help with the dishes and the laundry and cleaning. It's just nice. And I miss that.

And it makes me appreciate him even more. He's stressed out at work right now, so I'm trying my very best to help him relax when he gets home. The last thing that he needs is a cranky wife who bitches that he doesn't help out enough. He's leaving before the kids are up and getting home right in time to help with bedtime. He misses the kids. The kids miss him. I miss him.

These past few weeks have been challenging for me, but thankfully, that's not my life. I'm thankful that I'm not a single mom all of the time. And I'm amazed with how they do it. I'm sure if I was in that situation, I'd handle it fine, as the last few weeks have shown me that it's possible, but it makes me appreciate my husband even more...and the fact that I don't have to do this alone. Eventually, he won't have to work this much, but for right now, it's helping to advance his career and that's important.

So for right now, my house isn't clean, I have dishes piled high by the sink, I have at least 5 loads of laundry to do, but my kids are napping right now, so that means I'm going to take advantage of my 'me' time and just sit. I'm going to give myself a break from dishes, a break from folding laundry and just sit. The dishes will eventually get done...the laundry will eventually get put away...as long as my kids feel loved and get the attention they need, I'm okay with my house not looking perfect.

And to my husband, thank you for going above and beyond what most guys do. Thank you for not leaving me to do this alone all of the time. I love you and can't wait for things to slow down!