I married a saint!
I’ve been walking around the house in a sleep deprived state the past few days, weeks, actually for three years now ever since my second and third pride and joy arrived on this Earth. So I look forward to the weekends for some R & R (that’s rest and relaxation folks) *HA!* with the help of my other lesser sleep-deprived-who-can-sleep-through-anything-including-kids’-screaming partner in crime.
But nothing ever goes according to plan when there are babies and husband in the equation. Well, alright just to be fair, my husband has to travel for work…unfortunately for us me, who has to be on double duty all week. Oh, back to me again…sorry!
As I was saying, the hubbie got sick during his last trip so he came home…SICK and it just happened to be a long weekend too. *Just great!* R & R has to find another home this time, and Sophia decided to get up and play at 4:30AM on Saturday until 6:30AM before we both passed out on the couch. 
Between 7:30-8:00AM (not that sure since I couldn’t see the clock with my eyes closed) with drool dripping down my cheek, I felt a tiny presence (that would be my 5 year old son looking for his breakfast) next to me trying to get my attention but was afraid to wake me up. I’m sure your children have done this to you once or twice before. So thoughtful of them huh? Just letting us sleep like that but hovering over us like a vulture trying to figure out what to gnaw on first.
Yes, this story has an ending soon…let me set up the scene first.
Anyway, my point was…I was very cranky that day with very little of sleep. When my husband woke up around 10ish (nice huh? Alright, so he’s sick!), the house turned to ice. Yeah, you know what that means. Mommy’s irritable, to say the least, and the weapon of choice…the silent treatment! *dum dum dum*
I told my hubbie that I can’t wake up this early again Sunday, so get better soon. That wasn’t a wish, it was an order! *arms folding*
Sunday rolls around with Sophia waking up at 5:00AM, I bolted out of bed as usual. Damn that mother’s habit crap! Went back to bed after feeding her milk and she decided to wake up at 6ish. Did I tell you she was teething? Yeah, 12 teeth to her name and she’s only 15 months old. Why do they need all those teeth this early anyway?!
My wonderful sick hubbie woke up and said “I’ll take care of her, you go back to sleep!” Apparently he did hear my demand, I mean plea for help. I rolled out of bed around 8:45, came downstairs and found my hubbie making breakfast for me! Moi, the cranky mother of his children and the grouchy love of his life. Let me just tell you that the tears almost rolled down my cheek but I controlled myself.
Here’s what he made, something I passed it on to him from what I learned from watching Paula Deen. Can’t find the recipe for the life of me now. But basically, you cut a circle in a middle of a piece of bread, butter a frying pan, put the bread in and crack an egg in that circle. Flip it over to the other side when it’s cooked a little bit. Serve w/salt, pepper or maple syrup for you sweet tooth folks. It’s deeeee-licious!!
My hubbie is the Ying to my Yang. He’s level-headed while I’m stubborn to a fault. He’s passive and I’m assertive. He, as quoted in Jerry Macguire, “completes me!” Alright, go ahead and gag!
But honestly, my family constantly reminds me that I married a saint! He’s Mr. Family man with a capital F. His weekend hobby is his family. He’d rather hang out with his children, playing, taking them places than hanging out with his manly friends watching, playing sports or do whatever manly men do together. He’s the one who remembers the special events and anniversary date in our relationship. I refrained from telling him what I like any more because he’d surprise me with it when special occassions come around.
A little pang of guilt gnawed at my side when I gave him the cold shoulder like that. I know he has to bring home the bacon somehow but when you’re sleep deprived, you become irrational. I’m trying to justify my actions here.
I don’t know about you but I wouldn’t trade these thoughtful gestures for anything else in the world, and that’s including some nice blings…hmmm! *hand rubbing chin*
I’ve been walking around the house in a sleep deprived state the past few days, weeks, actually for three years now ever since my second and third pride and joy arrived on this Earth. So I look forward to the weekends for some R & R (that’s rest and relaxation folks) *HA!* with the help of my other lesser sleep-deprived-who-can-sleep-through-anything-including-kids’-screaming partner in crime.
But nothing ever goes according to plan when there are babies and husband in the equation. Well, alright just to be fair, my husband has to travel for work…unfortunately for us me, who has to be on double duty all week. Oh, back to me again…sorry!
As I was saying, the hubbie got sick during his last trip so he came home…SICK and it just happened to be a long weekend too. *Just great!* R & R has to find another home this time, and Sophia decided to get up and play at 4:30AM on Saturday until 6:30AM before we both passed out on the couch.
Between 7:30-8:00AM (not that sure since I couldn’t see the clock with my eyes closed) with drool dripping down my cheek, I felt a tiny presence (that would be my 5 year old son looking for his breakfast) next to me trying to get my attention but was afraid to wake me up. I’m sure your children have done this to you once or twice before. So thoughtful of them huh? Just letting us sleep like that but hovering over us like a vulture trying to figure out what to gnaw on first.
Yes, this story has an ending soon…let me set up the scene first.
Anyway, my point was…I was very cranky that day with very little of sleep. When my husband woke up around 10ish (nice huh? Alright, so he’s sick!), the house turned to ice. Yeah, you know what that means. Mommy’s irritable, to say the least, and the weapon of choice…the silent treatment! *dum dum dum*
I told my hubbie that I can’t wake up this early again Sunday, so get better soon. That wasn’t a wish, it was an order! *arms folding*
Sunday rolls around with Sophia waking up at 5:00AM, I bolted out of bed as usual. Damn that mother’s habit crap! Went back to bed after feeding her milk and she decided to wake up at 6ish. Did I tell you she was teething? Yeah, 12 teeth to her name and she’s only 15 months old. Why do they need all those teeth this early anyway?!
My wonderful sick hubbie woke up and said “I’ll take care of her, you go back to sleep!” Apparently he did hear my demand, I mean plea for help. I rolled out of bed around 8:45, came downstairs and found my hubbie making breakfast for me! Moi, the cranky mother of his children and the grouchy love of his life. Let me just tell you that the tears almost rolled down my cheek but I controlled myself.
Here’s what he made, something I passed it on to him from what I learned from watching Paula Deen. Can’t find the recipe for the life of me now. But basically, you cut a circle in a middle of a piece of bread, butter a frying pan, put the bread in and crack an egg in that circle. Flip it over to the other side when it’s cooked a little bit. Serve w/salt, pepper or maple syrup for you sweet tooth folks. It’s deeeee-licious!!
My hubbie is the Ying to my Yang. He’s level-headed while I’m stubborn to a fault. He’s passive and I’m assertive. He, as quoted in Jerry Macguire, “completes me!” Alright, go ahead and gag!
But honestly, my family constantly reminds me that I married a saint! He’s Mr. Family man with a capital F. His weekend hobby is his family. He’d rather hang out with his children, playing, taking them places than hanging out with his manly friends watching, playing sports or do whatever manly men do together. He’s the one who remembers the special events and anniversary date in our relationship. I refrained from telling him what I like any more because he’d surprise me with it when special occassions come around.
A little pang of guilt gnawed at my side when I gave him the cold shoulder like that. I know he has to bring home the bacon somehow but when you’re sleep deprived, you become irrational. I’m trying to justify my actions here.
I don’t know about you but I wouldn’t trade these thoughtful gestures for anything else in the world, and that’s including some nice blings…hmmm! *hand rubbing chin*
Yep he’s a saint alright.
I have a hubby that travels as well. It helps when they pitch in and let us have one good morning of sleep. You have a good one there. *wink
So sorry to hear that. Why don’t you and the kids spend the weekend with your best friends? Inviting them to your house would be exciting, though I know it will be more housework for you ;).
At least you have some bodies to cheer you up during the weekend.
Cheers,
aurora
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