With 2 little kids, a house to take care of, and a barky dog begging for attention, sometimes our marriage isn’t the first thing on my “to do” list. I wish I could say differently. It’s something I need to change, I know. To top it off, I’ve got to start packing for vacation (just realized my daughter has way too few shorts that actually fit to make it though our trip, much less so I can pack and she still has clothes to wear until then….) and my sister (who I only get to see once a year) is coming to visit in a few days.
I was banking on using this past weekend (while Daddy was home to entertain the kids) to get some things done. You know, finally get the crap on the kitchen counter put away, finish cleaning up the basement (where my sister’s family will be sleeping), get to a store to buy shorts for Peanut and myself (Mommy doesn’t have any that fit either, now that I’m mostly back to pre-baby size now), get some much needed yard work done…. The list goes on and on.
What did I get done, you ask? Not much. On Saturday I got to go mow the grass on the riding mower (giving me 2 hours of peace). Then my husband wanted to visit a friend of his from high school who just moved back to the area. I had known this already, and was fine with it. I just didn’t expect the visit to last close to six hours. I did get some of the usual house cleaning junk done, but not much else.
On Sunday my folks came to visit, and again I didn’t get a whole lot done. I think I threw in some laundry and started putting together stuff to keep the kids busy in the car during our upcoming trip, but it’s hard to actually get anything “done” when you have company – even if it’s just parents.
But I still had Monday, right? Wrong. Husband went out with his brother and once he got home we were supposed to go to his parents’ house for dinner. I spent part of the time he was gone consoling my daughter, who had wanted to go with Daddy, and a lot of time putting our youngest on the potty — seems he decided yesterday to see how many times he could say he wanted to sit on it.
Now, it isn’t my husband’s fault. It’s this little thing called communication — something we all have to work on sometimes. It’s easy to forget, sometimes, that even though we’ve been together a while, he doesn’t read my mind… and in the light of the new work week, I realize this.
Time to apologize for my grumpiness —