Lately my husband has been working so much overtime that we have hardly spoken to each other in person. Today we finally had a few hours to spend together, we haven’t had this kind of quality time in a few weeks.
Taking most of the morning to decide What we were going to do with the boys. We decided to go to Bass pro Shops, since it is one of my husband’s and 2 year old son’s favorite store. The drive was nice and so was our visit at the store up until we have to leave. Our 2 year old begins to want everything he sees, like most kids that age do. My poor husband trying do hold a crying/screaming toddler and pay at the check stand, he looked like he was in utter distress. I felt bad for him but a part of me was a bit amused at the site and I just think to my self welcome to my everyday. I know he works alot, but he thinks that things are easy for me at home when in reality they are very stressful.
Once we are on our way home everything is quiet and peaceful until of course we hit traffic and our 6 month old begins to cry. Not only is he crying but it’s a high pitched mommy hold me cry which makes me want to jump in the back seat and embrace him. I feel so bad for him, but fortunaly he falls back to sleep soon after waking up.
Now we are home and getting everyone situated. I get everyone dad and we sit down to watch a movie, but I look over at the clock and it was 6:30 and just like clock work my 6 month old begins to wine for his nightly bath. I now spend the last few hours of the day with my husband bathing our two boys and trying to get them to sleep. Before I know it the day is gone and so is my husband for his shift.
Sometimes I wish my husband and I had more uninteruped time together like we used to have, but then I look at our two beautiful boys and I feel guilty for even wanting time alone with my husband. Well I guess I will just have to wait until they are grown up enough to watch themselves, but until then I will continue to enjoy all the chaos.