Grateful wife

You may have thought from my last post that maybe I don't get enough support from my husband.   The truth of the matter is I probably have more support then most wives.  How many of us can say they come home most nights to a cooked dinner even when they're late? That they haven't grocery shopped in years? That they don't organize the kids schedules or know where they are supposed to be or when?  That they aren't responsible for keeping track of school events, driving to dance and sports events? That they don't do the yard work?  And the list goes on. The truth of the matter is that the kids have been so fortunate to have their dad stay at home with them while I worked outside of the home.  I have many friends who wish they were in my situation.     Sometimes I forget how hard juggling all of those responsibilities are. My husband and I made a conscious choice to split responsibilities in this way. I remember when the kids were little, another kindergartener asked if my daughter had a mother....that hurt.  I guess the truth of the matter is that sometimes I wish it was me at home. My life is just so much easier with my husband by my side.  And for that I am eternally grateful.

Summer Trashed?

It's the time of year that I love and hate the most. My favorite season: summer. But I have to work while my kids and husband get the summer off. Sometimes life isn't fair! But I guess I have it lucky in many ways; my kids are home with Dad not off at a daycare or camp, I get to sit in air conditioning and the kids are at home without any, and you don't ever hear "I'm so bored there's nothing to do" from me. I came home for the second day to two trash bags waiting to get put down cellar for trash day. While I barely have enough time to get done everything I think I should, I am wondering why hasn't anyone brought this trash downstairs? What are they all doing that is so important that they can't take less then five minutes to do this? Well one kid slept till 10:30, the other got home from a class mid afternoon. My daughter who was home has no idea what my husband did all day but we know he is out for a motorcycle ride with the guys now. Hmmm... something is wrong with this equation. And then I remembered. When my uncle was dying a few years back I asked him if there was anything he needed me to do for him. His reply was simple "There's always a lot to do but most of it isn't important" I get it, the trash can wait while we do all the things that each of us thinks is important- it's all about priorities. Here's to summer and finding joy in it.