If you had asked me before today, I would have said that, unequivocally, Wednesday is my least favorite day of the week.
Why?
Every Wednesday night, Jeremy works until 9:30pm. Now, I realize that many families have yuckier work schedules than ours. We are pretty lucky in some of the flexibility we have. But I think it's fair of me to say that, given the schedule we have, this is my least favorite day.
Other nights of the week, husband guy is a champion of putting the kids to bed. Reading stories, brushing teeth, tucking in, singing songs. All of the above. And on Wednesdays, I'm on my own.
But here's something I realized today as I was thinking about the coming home from work thing. Wednesday is the only day of the week when Jeremy gets home from work and the kids are already in bed. This creates a completely different feeling in our home when he walks in. For some reason, when he gets home on those nights, he's very likely to come find me and just spill his guts about his day--the stuff his boss told him about his flakey co-workers, the silly thing the neighboring business-owner did, the details of how the class he taught turned out. All without being interrupted seven times to cut the boys' food up or wipe someone's nose or get after someone to clean up the toys.
That doesn't happen on all those other days of the week. And I really like it. I adore being that man's audience. So if I can just make it through the rest of a Wednesday, something lovely usually awaits.
Why didn't I see this before?
(Shh...don't tell him I told you this. Don't want to jinx anything or create artificial pressure for him.)
1 comment:
I think it's that you find what you're looking for, and you have started looking for something good.
Just your "poor mother" expressing her view.
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