Monday was a bit of a rough day.
Work had been a challenge. Nothing new there, we've all found work to be incredibly draining since February. Short staffed, lots of "stuff" walking through the door ranging from stupid to scary, and feeling like we just don't get a break from "high alert" status. I was charge nurse three out of four days at work. The fourth day I begged the night shift nurse, "Please give the beeper to somebody else." She was kind and obliged.
Kevin, however, earned super-husband status over the past several days. Saturday night I came home to a lovely dinner, a clean kitchen, and Rick Steves on the DVD. We just had a relaxing evening together, and it was wonderful. Sunday night was another great dinner ready for me when I came home, with my favorite movie ready to go. He'd spent the day getting little chores done around the house. Replacing the fan switch in the bathroom. Cutting the grass. Emptying the recycling bins. Vacuuming. Delightful. The true way to seduce your wife--with chores.
Monday, however, was a rough day. Worn out and sore from work, I woke up about four or five times during the night. I was exhausted, and a houseful a chores long neglected waved for my attention. My clothes all over the floor. A dirty bathroom. The kitchen dirty again with my mess. And it took all my energy to get to the chiropractor on time and walk the dogs. The bedroom and bathroom were accomplished. But looking at the kitchen brought tears to my eyes. I plodded upstairs to where Kevin was taking a deserved break on the computer. Sniffling, I tapped him on the shoulder.
"I'm tired. My back hurts. I can't sleep. I don't think I'm enjoying being pregnant right now," I whimpered.
"Why don't you lie down?" he asked.
"Because the kitchen needs to be cleaned!" Now I'm crying.
Ever patient, he said "It's OK. Just leave it and take a break."
So I dozed on the futon while Kevin played online. Later, he goes off to work for a short while and I head to choir practice. I glared at the kitchen before I left, promising myself to tackle it when I came home before bed.
I came home to a proudly smiling husband and a sparkling kitchen.
"I even swept the floor."
Super-husband.
3 comments:
Way to go Kevin!
Sorry you had such a rough day sweetie, like you always tell me: Hang in there, OK?
Welcome to mommy world. Luckily, we're both in the mommy world where husbands do fabulous super-husband things when we least expect it and most need it. Yay! Oh, and I gotta say, it's a little refreshing to read something slightly less than glowing from you regarding pregnancy. I'm just saying ... ;) (But if you get super tired and grumpy, I promise the end product is worth it ...)
Super husband indeed. He's pretty awesome! You two are so adorable together, especially at the party a few weeks ago. It was fun to watch the two of you. :)
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