Steve was a major help in getting the house cleaned and just helping out in general with this and that. I was exhausted after the kids went down. Steve, on a couple occasions, said to me, as my ass was square in the reclining chair, "what would you do without me?" He was basically patting himself on the back for all his help...and I really can't stress enough how much he was doing!
I sort of just smile and didn't say anything.
I bring this up because last night I was just tired. I mean t-i-r-e-d...and no, I am not pregnant. Our evening was filled with playing in a mud puddle...
...which then caused a CC screaming fit. She didn't want to stop to go inside to take a bath, even though it was WELL past bedtime. They were having fun, so why stop it before necessary. I was tired after CC was in bed. Dealing with screams is not easy and exhausting! And dealing with screams consistantly for days is even harder!
When Steve is on a trip, and I want to throw in the towel and hand her off to Steve and say "deal with your child"...he isn't there. I have to fight the battles by myself. And by battles, I mean fighting with CC to get her in the tub, and fighting the internal dialogue in my head about trying not to lose it.
Ben started to watch tv, and I cracked open a beer.
I sat my ass on the chair and just did not want to move.
But you know what, Steve wasn't home. So, that meant that I still had to be Mommy.
After I took a couple minutes to enjoy my beer, I got up and proceeded to do all that was necessary: cleaned up the kitchen, washed the muddy clothes, helped Ben with bedtime, read him books, vacuumed the floors, ect ect ect.
I am not complaining...I really am not. It may sound like it, but I am not. My point is: my day is non-stop when Steve is gone. So, I deserve every second of ass time on the chair when Steve is home. Next time he pats himself on his back, he needs to pat my back even more (insert big grin here).