I should start with this: I LOVE MY HUSBAND. I really do. He makes me laugh, he does gross things like emptying the Diaper Champ and the litter box, and he really is a great father.
But, um, I have to share this with y’all. Because it kinda made me feel like Superwoman.
We have a morning routine. It’s not written in stone, mind you, but it is the way things work out most days. Most days, I get up with Tony .. say, around 6:15 or so .. and get him dressed. Then I get the dogs fed. Then I get Tony fed. I usually empty the dishwasher during this downtime. Bryan gets up, takes his shower, and loads Tony up for school.
Well, one night this week I was up with Tony quite a bit. When the alarm went off, I was just.. well, I was tired. I decided to stay in bed. At first, it was just for a few more minutes. Then it was during Bryan’s shower. Then Bryan was already dressed so I thought, Meh, he can dress Tony this morning.
Dude, I HEARD ABOUT THAT MORNING TILL TONY WENT DOWN THAT NIGHT.
“This morning SUCKED,” he told me on the phone while we were at work. “It was just so much to handle, with the dogs, and Tony, and all that.” I snickered.
He talked about it again as dinner was cooking.
And finally, I asked if he could give Tony a bath so I could take Beau for a walk.
“I’ll only give Tony a bath if you PROMISE to get up and help me tomorrow morning,” he said.
Of course, I don’t need to go into what I said in my mind here, because I know EVERY WIFE/MOM READING IT ALREADY KNOWS.
But it was a nice little victory for me. Cause there are times when I feel so overwhelmed, like I’m about to drop my basket, and it’s nice to get validation that YES, it is a lot to handle. And not everyone can juggle so many balls, so gracefully.
If that’s one thing that my husband can validate me on, it’s my ability to deal with balls.