Last night The Lazy Dad went to a hockey game an hour away with his BFF.
And I stayed home with the kids.
Now before you think that I’m complaining by making those two statements back to back, I’m not. Truly. I mean, I’ve had my fair share of being all huffy over stuff like that, especially when my kids were all little. They are each 18 months apart, or you could say it like this, 3 kids in 3 years.
Now I know I’m not the only one with kids close together, so hopefully those of you who have a bunch of little ones in a row can relate. Boy was it hard for me to be happy about The Lazy Dad going and doing something fun while I was at home with three little ones after being at home with the same three little ones all day long. Can I get a witness?
For those of you that are still in the throws of those days listen to me when I say, IT DOES GET BETTER. I know it feels never ending, but one God-inspired day, right around when your youngest turns 5, it gets so much better. Or at least it did in my world.
So. I say all of that to say this… I wasn’t huffy about him going last night like I used to be in the “old days.” But I think that may be partly due to the fact that The Lazy Dad has learned something over the years. And that, is this… don’t come home empty handed.
Too bad he didn’t learn this when our kids were little. There was nothing more I wanted back in those days than a cappuccino… or some chocolate… or my sanity. Just a little recognition that “hey, I went and did something fun and you didn’t, so here’s a little something to say thanks,” you know?
Okay, who am I kidding, I still want those things (especially my sanity. She was such a good little sanity. I miss her.)… and the good thing is, he finally brings them to me (except my sanity. I don’t think he can find her either.).
So yes, when The Lazy Dad gets to go out and do something fun, he has learned to bring me home a little treat of some sort. Isn’t he a good Lazy Dad?
For instance, on Saturday The Lazy Dad was at a retreat all day at a local church. And I was at JBQ (Junior Bible Quiz) coaching one of our church’s JBQ teams. Which is fun, but a little on the stressful side. Especially when The Lazy Dad isn’t there to help manage one of our children who gets a bit huffy himself sometimes. (This child shall remain nameless).
That evening The Lazy Dad was on his way home for dinner, and seeing that I’m a Lazy Mom (and that we’d had a busy week) all the plates were sitting dirty in the sink. So I called him up real quick and said, “Grab some paper plates or we’ll have nothing to eat dinner on.”
A little while later The Lazy Dad walks in the door and hands me a sack of paper plates. And underneath it was my favorite candy bar!
Suddenly all the stress of the day melted away at his thoughtful (albeit had to be learned) behavior. That’s when I tweeted this statement out….
The Lazy Dad brought me home my favorite candy bar. He either likes my jiggly thighs or doesn’t care that their jiggly.
THEN, last night The Lazy Dad went to a hockey game an hour away with his BFF.
While I stayed home with the kids.
(Remember? That’s where this whole post started. See how “full circle” I am?)
While I was at home with the kids I texted The Lazy Dad…
Hmmm… my phone must be broken because I haven’t received a text from you telling me how awesome I am.
To which he promptly posted on Facebook, for all the world to see, how awesome I am.
Anyway, by the time he got home I was fast asleep. I just couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer to wait for him to get home.
This morning I walked in the kitchen to make the kids’ lunches for school and there on the counter was this…
(don’t mind his handwriting. I could write whole blog posts about it. And I promise he DOES know how to spell my name correctly. Somewhere there’s an “e” in there… somewhere.)
Inside the bag was baklava and a chocolate brownie from a Greek bakery we really love.
So I quickly texted him this morning and said…
Thanks for my treats. You do know that I have jiggly thighs, right?
And he texted back…
Oh well… and I have a jiggly stomach!
And I texted back…
Well if you haven’t noticed, I have one of those too.
Treats and jiggly thighs… yes, this seems to be my lot in life. I appreciate the one and not the other. But the one I do appreciate leads to the other.
It’s a vicious cycle.