Yesterday Husband and I were talking and I realized, we fight a lot less than we used to. We both credit the fact that I’m at home full time and not trying to juggle housework, children, and a high stress career. Just thinking about that makes me want to punch someone in the face.
It’s working for our relationship. I am so proud of Husband and grateful to him for allowing me to grab life by the balls and quit my job, something extremely risky in this economy. I have been home for approximately one year. And finally, FINALLY, this is where we are now: my children can finally play together like normal children.
We have come so far.
If ever I get discouraged, all I have to do is browse through the year’s worth of pictures on my cell phone. I find things like this:
I am so happy these days are behind us.
That’s a weird thing to say, I realize. It seems like a lot of mothers pine for the days when their children were tiny. Not this mother. I was so stressed out all. the. time.
Life is much easier now. Now I can finally say …
WE MADE IT. I let both of my children watch way too much TV. I allowed ONE to eat way too much candy. I drank too much wine. I was on and off medication. I thought more than once that I couldn’t do it. I wanted to go back to work. I wanted to give up. I cried. And cried. I wondered if my marriage would make it. I wondered if ONE was psychologically damaged. I wondered if TWO would ever stop crying.
Making it through this year is to date my greatest accomplishment. I couldn’t have done it without my man. Thank you so much, my meat-eating, messy, lint-making, scatterbrained, SWEET Husband.
Behind every sane mother is a wonderful man.