Waking from a dull headache this morning, and still tight and round along my jawline, I dreaded saying goodbye to Hubby for the day. The man has to check in to work; although he will be home mid-afternoon, I am counting the hours before he walks up our driveway.
As if I haven't given birth to 4 children, and have had to brave hubby-less postpartum days, much less...face many a time of Hubby being gone altogether, the countless weeks of being alone with my children while he is deployed or on temporary duty.
Who am I again, aren't I a military wife? "Sucking it up" is my specialty, my middle name "Flexible", my nickname - "Ms. Do.it.all".
But...I am still allowed to feel discomfort; it is alright for me to complain. Because in the end, the world still turns, my children are still fed, and the house still stands.
I do have to admit though that these last few days have been the best they could have been despite the circumstances.
Aside from the fresh flowers on my table and the crafts made for me by sweet little hands, my Mother's Day present was the great feeling of security.
Hubby did it all - the cooking, the cleaning, the laundry, the dishes, the shuttling of children here and there. On time, not missing a step. The transition of work from me to him was seamless, all he needed was my Hello Kitty apron and I think the children would have not been able to tell us apart.
What an eye opening experience, to see him place healthy meals on the table, and that he can, without a doubt, manage our Four. So that, I was able to nap, and read, and heal, and enjoy the dreaminess of pain medication without worry.
And now I am spoiled, so last night I begged for him to come home early, and he will.
He is exactly what I needed.
