(Here is part one if you missed it.)
Today I am thankful for...My dearest one true love, The Hubs. He is the yin to my yang, the peas to my carrots, the flip to my flop. We are perfectly opposite and that makes us perfectly perfect. Right now, I am exceptionally thankful that he does a lot of the bedtime prep and stage one of the bedtime process. By that time of day I am d-o-n-e done and am so thankful to have a partner in crime to wrangle Lady Baby in and out of the bath, into pee-joms, and into bed. I just don't have it in me most nights.
Normally our evening goes something like this:
- Hubs comes home
- Hubs plays with child while secretly staring at his phone to lurk on Facebook and read Huffpost. I finish dinner.
- We eat, which consists of saying "get back in your chair" 7,962 times. We take turns for that part.
- Hubs bathes child/gets her ready for bed.
- She has milk, watches a little educational for learning only TV (Curious George b/c the are in 15 in increments which is genius).
- He does bed and story number one.
- I am the closer, so I do story two, sing a few songs, and say good night.
- Hubs is already under a blanket laying on the couch. He picks the show from the DVR list and we start to watch.
Lest we not pretend that it is all wine and roses and folded laundry over here at the Manor, there is the occasional skerfuffle. The let's-watch-TV-together-and-then-I-will-fall-asleep-and-snore-loudly-and-force-you-to-watch-situational-comedies-and-laugh-alone is a reoccurring one for us. You know that fight, no?
Now that Hubs is a runner and gets up in the middle of the night (4:45am) to exercise with his running club (there are apparently a lot of people who like to run in the middle of the night when normal people are sleeping) he tends to get sleepy early. Like 8pm early. Therefore after he pulls his shift with Her Highness and then slips into a coma on our couch while I am forced to guffaw at New Girl or Modern Family alone. And that is just not fun.
But, I will take the snarfling on the couch and whiny refusal to go to bed if that means he will continue to get the child into her bed. Because I just can't do it, Captain. I hate bath time, all we do is fight about her refusal to lean back and my repeated offense of getting water in her eyes. Then we fight trying to get the pee-joms on because she insists on picking them out, which I don't care about, and insists on putting them on, which is fine too, but then she cries because she gets stuck in them or they are too tight, or they are too hot. Back to the drawing board. By the time we get to actual getting into the bed, I am ready to punch a hole in the wall. So hubs does it and makes it fun and is very tolerant of the child's shenanigans. Thankful. Thankful thankful thankful.
I am thankful for a million other big and tiny things that Hubs does.
I am thankful that he puts up with my, ahem, idiosyncrasies.
I am thankful that he works hard.
I am thankful that he is happy for me to have girl's nights, and weekends, and dinner's out.
I am thankful that he loves our Lady baby so much and that he is such an amazing dad.