It doesn't seem right that Father's Day comes and I haven't acknowledged my husband. This one's for you, Babe.
Often when people find out that I am a SAHM they say that it's a hard job and they couldn't do it themselves. I get kudos for being able to stay home with my kids. I have to give credit where credit is due and say that I couldn't do all that I do without the support of my wonderful husband. He is awesome. He is a second pair of hands and my true partner in everything. I might have the kids all day, but his job is the reason why I can stay home and take care of our kids.
When my husband gets home he immediately takes over with the kids. He helps to set the table for dinner, he plays with the kids, he gives them a bath, and then he helps to put the dishes away. He's been extra helpful around the house lately. He's been getting the kids to put away their toys before bed. I've come home from running errands to find that he's cleaned up the foyer or the living room. And the biggest "I love you," was that he cleaned the toilet bowl recently. Nothing says love like a clean toilet, baby :)
Really, I am truly blessed. When we thought that Boogie would have to go to the hospital for a spinal tap, he left work immediately to give me a hand and to be there in case we needed to run out. I can't do what I do all day without his support. It's a hard job to be a parent, and harder if you have to do it by yourself. On those rare occasions where I've got to play the single parent because Hubby has to travel I appreciate him all the more.
Hubby, thank you for all that you do. Thank you for your love and support. I love you!
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Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
A Week in the Life: Day 4
Today was a little tougher. I think my son needed a nap. He was teary eyed and fussy in the morning. I was much the same as I was also tired. I need more sleep! Here some fun pictures from Day 4. Enjoy!
My movie star children! I had to buy my son sunglasses because he is really sensitive to sunlight. He is enjoying wearing them, especially since Daddy got a new pair recently.
I just love Buggy's expression in this one. She makes me laugh all the time.
Profile shot.
Of course, a picture with Chester
More laughter from my little one. Really difficult to get a picture of my constantly moving children :)
One of the ways I relax, a mug of my favorite tea! Celestial Seasonings Decaf Sweet Coconut Thai. Yum!
A birthday gift from Uncle David, a baby pterodactyl.
My birthday gift from my brother. I'm very excited to put new tunes on my new ipod!
The gift from my sweet Hubby. I love the inscription. This little thing will help make my 5-miler more enjoyable, especially paired with the itunes gift card from my little brother.
This was supposed to be my "before" picture of my kitchen table before dinner and then I would have a pretty after picture...
...not so much...here is the after picture...a class project my son and I were working on for his preschool teachers. The table was clean for dinner and then right back to where we started. I need a better system!
My sweet hubby helping out after the kids are in bed. Thank you, Sweetheart!!!
Friday, April 9, 2010
The Curse of Having a Helpful Husband
It must be Spring or the beginning of warmer weather. I know this, not because the birds are chirping, the flowers are blooming, and we are playing outside, but because my husband has to work late and is going on travel (soon) for work.
It stinks...sucksola! I hate it. I get stressed and anxious about his travels weeks before he actually leaves. It makes me edgy and moody. Mostly I worry about him flying. I hate when he flies by himself. I would rather be flying with him. Not because I like flying because (here's a morbid thought), he goes, I go. That's right, if something were to happen, we would be together. There you go, welcome to my neurosis.
While my husband usually works 40-50 hours a week (including commuting time it can be up to 60-70 hours a week), he is truly helpful around the house. As soon as he walks in the door he's in Dad/Husband mode. No rest for the weary. He plays with the kids while I finish putting dinner on the table. He's getting them ready for bed while I clean up after dinner. I think I mentally, emotionally, and physically relax because he's home. I don't have to be "on" for the kids. I can take a break.
We work so well together. It's nice having a partner helping you with everything. Someone you don't have to explain what goes where or how the children do x, y, and z. We're a team and we work in tandem. When he's gone, I'm solo. Not only do I do my "jobs" around the house, I do his, too. It's the daily chores, I'm talking about...getting the kids ready for bed, loading and unloading the dishwasher, taking out the trash, making sure the house is secure for the night, feeding the cats and scooping the litter. It's those things that make my day easier. They're daily chores that get done and I don't have to think about them.
To add to that I think my mommy radar works in overtime. I don't sleep as well because I'm subconsciously listening for my children and any possible invaders. I know, I know, invaders? Highly unlikely, but in my neurotic world anything can happen. Who knows, maybe I should sleep with a bat time and say "It's go time" if I hear somebody in my house (bonus points to anyone who can identify that scene from a current television show).
Having him gone for several days is really the curse of having a helpful husband. I realize just how much he really does for the family. On top of all of his helpfulness, he is my best friend. The one person who knows me completely, inside and out. At the end of the day he knows just what to say to make me feel like I'm a good mother and wife. Missing his companionship just makes him going away that much harder.
It stinks...sucksola! I hate it. I get stressed and anxious about his travels weeks before he actually leaves. It makes me edgy and moody. Mostly I worry about him flying. I hate when he flies by himself. I would rather be flying with him. Not because I like flying because (here's a morbid thought), he goes, I go. That's right, if something were to happen, we would be together. There you go, welcome to my neurosis.
While my husband usually works 40-50 hours a week (including commuting time it can be up to 60-70 hours a week), he is truly helpful around the house. As soon as he walks in the door he's in Dad/Husband mode. No rest for the weary. He plays with the kids while I finish putting dinner on the table. He's getting them ready for bed while I clean up after dinner. I think I mentally, emotionally, and physically relax because he's home. I don't have to be "on" for the kids. I can take a break.
We work so well together. It's nice having a partner helping you with everything. Someone you don't have to explain what goes where or how the children do x, y, and z. We're a team and we work in tandem. When he's gone, I'm solo. Not only do I do my "jobs" around the house, I do his, too. It's the daily chores, I'm talking about...getting the kids ready for bed, loading and unloading the dishwasher, taking out the trash, making sure the house is secure for the night, feeding the cats and scooping the litter. It's those things that make my day easier. They're daily chores that get done and I don't have to think about them.
To add to that I think my mommy radar works in overtime. I don't sleep as well because I'm subconsciously listening for my children and any possible invaders. I know, I know, invaders? Highly unlikely, but in my neurotic world anything can happen. Who knows, maybe I should sleep with a bat time and say "It's go time" if I hear somebody in my house (bonus points to anyone who can identify that scene from a current television show).
Having him gone for several days is really the curse of having a helpful husband. I realize just how much he really does for the family. On top of all of his helpfulness, he is my best friend. The one person who knows me completely, inside and out. At the end of the day he knows just what to say to make me feel like I'm a good mother and wife. Missing his companionship just makes him going away that much harder.
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