I need a break from my kids. I love them, immensely actually, and their little smiling faces light up my day, but I am tired, I am worn down, I am fed up. I have a fricking Masters degree for goodness sake and I spend my day putting the couch cushions back on the couch and scraping chapstick from under my little dude's fingernails. I cook, I clean, I teach, I tidy, I chaffeur, I run errands. Day after day after day.
Many years ago when we first dove into this parenting thing, the husband and I agreed to a few certain conditions. Saturday morning was to be my free time and Sunday morning was to be his free time. This worked well for, oh, about eight months. As the weeks went by Derick would find things that direly needed to be done on Saturday morning, like hold garage sales, change the oil in the vehicles, and sit on the throne all morning long. Now, in his mind, he was still watching the kid (only 1 kid at that time), but I think it's probably not right to lay under a truck while your two year old is tooling around alone in the house, a house that has knives and tall furniture, so I began staying home on Saturday mornings and "helping" my husband watch the child. That was the end of my free time. BUT, do you think my husband has missed a day of his free time in all these years? Nope, sure hasn't. He spends 13 hours a day away from his children in the privacy of his office AND he gets every Sunday 9 - 1 alone as well. THAT is starting to piss me off. Now, technically, I only have one child since Jacob goes to church with Derick and, really, I could probably start sending Adam to church as well, but I don't like the idea of my baby being in that germ infested nursery being ignored by a bunch of gossipy women who have never even met him before. Dang, they don't even know we have another kid there, so it would really, really throw them off. Who might they send him home with ya know? Also, I don't like that the ONE time the husband is asked to spend time with his kids, he dumps them off and leaves that to someone else. I know the whole point is to get a break, but I would really like him to see what it's really like with two kids hanging off of you for just a few hours. That will never happen, though. The odds of my husband EVER missing church are miniscule. I mean, I had both my kids on early Sunday mornings and he was put out that he couldn't go and even tried to figure out a way to make it to the service after Adam's 8:36 birth. Yes, he really did. It is pointless to even discuss this with him because in his mind, just being in the house on Saturday morning, WHEN he is in the house on Saturday morning, is loads and loads of help to me even though I still prepare the breakfasts, dress the kids, and am the hang on parent of choice. He just doesn't get it.
He has plans every weekend in February. He is actually going on a business trip over a weekend....does that really happen? What kinds of work related conferences are held on Arizona golf courses over the weekend? Then there's that whole damn wedding.....that whole drink-til-you-drop wedding that I cannot attend. I am pretty much going to be parenting around the clock, 24-7, for the entire month. I am not looking forward to it. All I want is four hours to take a shower ALONE, nap, and possibly watch the Food Network AND hear it while I knit without someone climbing all over me. Maybe in March?
Day One Hundred Eighty-Eight
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