Daddy’s Home

 Posted by on October 26, 2010  Add comments  Tagged with:
Oct 262010


For the last several weeks, my husband has been planning to take a week’s vacation, and I’ve been waiting on pins and needles for this promised vacation to actually materialize. He had to get caught up on his backlog of work before he could take time off, and every day I pestered him, much like a little kid on a long car ride.

“Are you done yet? How ’bout now? Are you done now? No? How about now?”

I’m sure I was very, very annoying, in the manner of a pesky mosquito buzzing around his head, but see, when he’s on vacation, I’m on vacation. Now, instead of waking up in the morning and immediately thinking, “Oh dear,” I think “YAY! I have help this morning!” I don’t have to remind Bee to hurry up and eat 57 times, and try to unravel a knot in her shoelace with one hand, while shoveling food into DJ’s mouth with the other, and listening to Cakes ask me over and over again, “Do my underpants go this way? Or this way? This way?” Because now my husband takes over the feeding and changing of DJ, while I get Bee ready for the bus. I’ve even been able to drink coffee while it’s still hot, two whole days in a row! Yee hee!

This morning we took the kids to the mall play area and watched them run and climb, while drinking overpriced coffee and chatting. It’s a cold, rainy, blustery day, and Bee just got home from school early because we have parent-teacher conferences tonight. I need to bake cupcakes for her birthday celebration at school tomorrow, but other than that, we’re doing absolutely nothing today. We might even take a little nap.

When my husband and I worked together, I remember a customer asking me how we handled spending so much time together. Didn’t we get sick of each other? I didn’t know what to say, because I didn’t realize that this was actually a problem among married couples. I can honestly say that I’ve never been “sick” of my husband. I really look forward to our time together, and whenever something happens – good or bad – it’s almost like it’s not real until I tell him about it. When we’re together, we always have so much fun because we’re best friends.

That’s how it should be, I think.


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