Since I have been staying home, Chris has been enjoyed the luxury of making a few digs at me every now and then. If he comes home from work and the sink is piled with dishes, he’ll make a little remark about how I obviously didn’t have time in my busy day to put a few dishes in the dishwasher. He doesn’t do it often because I’m pretty positive that he values his life. But he does it often enough.
Its actually something I’ve struggled with during my maternity leave – how to not kill my husband. Luckily, I’m usually just too damn tired to do any bodily harm. But that doesn’t mean those little comments don’t just ruffle my tailfeathers. I’m sure I could spend my days doing all our laundry, cooking meals to freeze for when I go back to work, or vacuuming our curtains. But all of those things will be there today and they’ll be there tomorrow. Beanie won’t. I’ll never get this time back with him and I’m going to take advantage of that.
And besides that there is they physical exhaustion. I’ve already said how lucky we’ve been that Beanie sleeps pretty good so we are well rested, relatively speaking. But that doesn’t mean that the 2:00 AM feeding and the 5:30 AM feeding aren’t painless. It takes me all day to recover from those odd sleeping patterns. So, if I need to lay down in the afternoon and take a little nap, then I’m going to lay down and take a little nap. And let’s not forget that I take both of those feedings so that Chris can sleep through the night since he has to go to work in the morning.
But this morning the tables turned a little bit. I had to be out this morning for a few hours and Chris stayed home with the Bean instead of going to work. This also means that he took the night and early morning feedings so that I could sleep. So, when I came home and found this on my couch:
I couldn’t help but chuckle a little to myself. And grab my camera. When Chris asked why I was taking pictures of him sleeping, I told him I wanted documentation that staying home was exhausting. That’s when he hid his face in shame…
And when that didn’t work, he started waving his arms and flailing around so that my pictures were blurry. But I was undeterred.
The damage had been done. He’d been caught. He blamed it on a headache, but I know better. And you know, I didn’t really give him a hard time about it. I didn’t nag him or tell him “I told you so.” I didn’t have to. Because I have the pictures to prove it.
I am woman. Hear me roar.