This week I went back to work after three months of maternity leave.
This week our nearly-new car went into the shop. And stayed. Jack’s school closed for two days. Max came down with a fever. Dash tried out a new sleeping schedule (or should I say NOT sleeping schedule). We juggled parent-teacher conferences, a school fundraiser, soccer and boy scouts. We ran out of milk, eggs, shampoo and clean underwear.
This week our nearly-new car went into the shop. And stayed. Jack’s school closed for two days. Max came down with a fever. Dash tried out a new sleeping schedule (or should I say NOT sleeping schedule). We juggled parent-teacher conferences, a school fundraiser, soccer and boy scouts. We ran out of milk, eggs, shampoo and clean underwear.
Next week is
Thanksgiving. And BOY am I thankful.
Thankful for cooing babies,
skipping toddlers and earnest first-graders. Friends who knew me back when and
still love me now. Parents who help, help, and then help some more. Good health, a good job, and the low-interest roof over our heads.
Thankful for a husband
who has done something extraordinary for me, our boys and the collective mental health of us all. Something few fathers would DARE (or care) to do: Quit his job to
stay home with the kids.
No small feat.
This week could have
been a catastrophe. But because Ben was home to manage it all?
This week
was just fine.
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