I can’t imagine what all of you must be thinking by the title of this post, but there’s a pretty good explanation. You see, Mother’s Day just ended and my husband gave me the most amazing gift. A gift that had little gifts inside, one that kept giving…all…weekend.
As most of you know, I’m a stay at home mommy. For some of you that may not seem like a huge job, but believe me, you are VERY mistaken. Our toddler is two and a half now and requires A LOT of attention. Don’t get me wrong, she can totally do independent activities, but 90% of the time she wants to play with mommy.
Here’s another fact: I…can’t…sit…still when I’m home. Which means, I rarely sit down. Yes, that means when Isa naps, too. I don’t know how to nap. I know, I’m a weirdo.
My husband is used to coming home and having a project done in the house, even after he yells at me for climbing on boxes in the garage so I can place a container near the roof. Projects vary from organizing closets, cabinets, the garage, bedrooms, the garage…you get the idea. And when I can’t physically do it when he’s not home, then I make a list or sketch the next thing I want to complete. It’s a wonder he’s married to my neurotic self.
But that’s besides the point.
A few weeks ago, my husband came to me and said he wanted to give me the weekend off. I was skeptical…not because he was incapable, but because I wasn’t sure if I wanted to allow myself to let go for the entire weekend…to actually sit still. He, however, was determined.
Most people don’t know this (or probably don’t believe me), but my husband, Danny, takes over every night when he comes home from work. When he gets home, I clock out and he clocks in. I don’t just mean diaper duty. Once dinner is cooked and served, he picks up and cleans the dishes while our daughter is under his watch. He’s the one that gives her a bath, puts her pajamas, brushes her teeth, reads her a story and tucks her into bed. And what do I do? I pick up the house here and there, and then go upstairs to take a shower IN PEACE and will either lay in bed to relax or whip out my laptop to work on the blog.
Don’t believe me? It’s hard to believe for some but it’s completely true. That’s how he keeps my sanity intact…for me to have some alone time. And lately with our toddler teething because her molars want to make an appearance, it’s the only reason that stops me from having a bottle of wine each night.
I welcomed his gift.
Mother’s Day weekend began at 7am Saturday morning. He put his Mr. Mom cape on and began his day. I’d like to state for the record I did not give him the amount of things I do on a regular basis, but he did take over more than half the portion.
I wanted to make sure he went to work on Monday with his head still screwed on tight.
It was a simple weekend where I was treated to the things I love most. I didn’t want anything crazy. Instead, we had a great breakfast, he vacuumed the whole house (3 floors), prepped lunch and dinner for later and tackled Isa at Home Depot while I roamed and expanded our patio garden. Saturday was by far the most challenging for him because our daughter was at her peak of irritability…especially at Home Depot. After screaming at the top of her lungs and demanding she get out of the shopping cart, my poor husband chased her around the entire store while I searched for this one item I refused to leave without. And he did it all with a smile, even when she yelled in his face and went limp so he would drop her. Tricky little thing, isn’t she? She truly tested him that day and when he looked over at me and saw I still didn’t have my item, he waved and gave me a thumbs up while my daughter pulled his cap off and threw it over to the lawn mowers.
I never once felt guilty or rushed. I usually do, simply because we typically tag team but he refused my help.
When he finally put our daughter to bed that night, he was tired, but he stayed up and watched a Hallmark movie I wanted to see. Yes, that’s right…you read it correctly. My husband watched a Hallmark movie and didn’t even complain.
The following morning he woke up at 6:30am. Now why in the world would he wake up THAT early on a Sunday? Because of THIS!
I have a secret obsession with donuts. And not just any donuts…but MAPLE. BACON. DONUTS. Ever since we left Arlington, I haven’t been able to get my hands on a good homemade donut. I had been craving one for a while but alas, I gave up because where in the world am I going to find homemade donuts around here? Too much work to make them at home…until I found Duck Donuts.
One day, we were driving down the main street in our neighborhood and I happened to look over and noticed the Milwaukee Custard store had closed. I was pretty upset because they truly have THE best ice cream around…but then I saw the replacement sign and all I read was DONUTS.
“STOP THE CAR!” I yelled. While I like my husband would listen to my crazy yell, he did not in fact stop the car. Instead, he jumped a couple of feet into the air and smacked his head on the car ceiling. I didn’t ask if he was ok. I just kept yelling dooooonnnnuuuuuttttssss! And THAT was what I wanted for Mother’s Day.
The man did the hour and a half line to get freshly made, hot off the fryer, HOMEMADE DONUTS. He didn’t stop there, either. He went and got me a caramel iced coffee, something I haven’t had in so long, ever since we moved away and I wasn’t within walking distance of Starbucks.
It was a glorious breakfast. The simplest of meals. I was in heaven. As I was biting down on my donut while my daughter was asking me for bacon, he tells me has a surprise…but it’s not much he says. He grabbed Isa and they came back with two cards and a homemade bookmark.
He knows I love Disney and reading. It was too cute beyond words and I was rather impressed. It was a perfectly thoughtful gift. Isa was excited to give me her card and after repeating “Happy Maw-her’s Ay” from Danny, I was putty.
She didn’t let me soak in the moment for long, however. The next minute she climbed on me and said, “PINTAR!” to which she continued to express her talent on the card she just gave me. We must not interfere with the artist. If it’s on paper, that is. Afterwards, my husband set off to do laundry and then inflated the new pool we bought for her earlier this week.
Her smiles, made my heart soar this Mother’s Day.
I spent my day relaxing and enjoying these two.
The evening was complete with my husband making my favorite pasta (which I am totally posting on her soon) and watching a Disney movie (The Incredibles) as a family.
I completely let go. I even overloaded on carbs and didn’t care. When he came into the room after putting Isa to bed, Danny informed me he had never been so exhausted or sore in his life…and not from exercising.
If my smile could get any bigger, it did at that precise moment.
This post wasn’t meant to put my husband on a huge pedestal, but instead give him the recognition he deserves after taking over and being Mr. Mom. I didn’t want to wait till his birthday or Father’s Day to tell him what an amazing husband, father, or human being he is. Or that everyday I wake up feeling thankful to God for allowing me to be his wife and mother to his children.
I was blessed to have the weekend I did because of him. I wasn’t sick or disabled. I didn’t ask for it. If he was apprehensive, it didn’t show once. He insisted on doing it all.
Danny is by far amazing and he’s all mine.
And just when I think the level of love, respect and appreciation from him has me on cloud nine, he tells me…”I’d rather deal with a government crisis than have your job.”
I think my rocket just sent me over the moon.
Happy Mother’s Day!