Friday, September 30, 2011

Better than A Dozen Roses



Last Wednesday sucked! I don't know what makes some days worse than others as a Stay-at-Home Mother, but last Wednesday was a for me low point. I feel into cussing. Yes, I'm the Carmelite who cusses. Better yet, the Home-schooling Carmelite mother who cusses. With chagrin I realized that I've protected my children from the horrors of public school only so that they could learn directly from their dear Mother's lips the wonderful phrases of "I'm so pissed off at you!" and "this is f***ing hard!"

Great!

Just so no one is shocked at my poor behavior come Judgement Day.

By the grace of God, I get myself collected enough to decide that cheap pizzas and a cheap DVD at Target could create an impromptu "Movie Night" in order to hold things together until my husband comes home at 7 PM. I mean, this took all of my brain power. This was an equally heroic task to writing my senior thesis.

When my husband came home the pizzas were baked. The kids were happily watched "Cats and Dogs." We took the teething baby for a long walk around the neighborhood and talked in peace. I cried when I chatted about my day. We came to the conclusion that life is just hard for me right now. This pregnancy is still in a hard, early stage. Home-schooling under new state regulations is unsettling. It stinks to have no friends in a new town and to suddenly lose my husband to a commuter train for an extra 5 hours a day. In the end, I decided that I basically need to just gut through the next few weeks and trust that things will get better soon.

After our walk, I crawled into bed at 8:10 PM, exhausted.

Some time later my husband crawled into bed next to me and whispered "I called in sick tomorrow."

"What?" I said, instantly awake.

You have to understand, my husband never, ever misses work. Jon has stepped over my puking body racked with the stomach flu to get to work on time. The man even conscientiously made plans to return to work on his cellphone from a Children's Hospital NICU room as soon as we discovered that Baby Tessy's emergency heart surgery was delayed for 12 hours.

"I told them I wasn't coming into work on Thursday," Jon said. "You seem like you need me more at home tomorrow."

It was a gift better than a dozen roses.

Jon stayed home from work on Thursday. I got to go to Mass. I got to go to Confession. I had a normal day at home-schooling with my husband backing me up every time I ran into discipline trouble. We're apart for 14 hours a day during the workweek, but I don't feel like I'm doing this job alone anymore.

I love being married!

10 comments:

Kaitlin @ More Like Mary said...

tears! What a hubby.

Abigail said...

I thought of you when I wrote this post Kaitlin! 10 years of marriage and he still can shock me with his kindness! :-)

Jen said...

This made me cry!!!!!!!! How wonderful!

If it makes you feel any better, I dropped the F-bomb TOO many times last week..and this weekend. I need confession badly!

Carla Dobs said...

What an awesome guy! He knew you had reached your breaking point....

Hang in there...you will get through this "wilderness" before reaching Carmel!

Carla
Www.bringinghenryhome.blogspot.com

April said...

I cried when I read this too! What a great guy!

Grace in my Heart said...

Love it! :)

Made For Another World said...

AWWWW- what a wonderful hubbie! If it's any consolation, my AJ used the F bomb correctly when his truck broke- at a year and a half. Embarrassing to admit, but true. He's the same kid that now thinks God is his best friend and that answered, "The Eucharist" when a friend asked what the purpose of Mass is. God Bless You during this time. Oh it's so hard. I'm praying for you right now Abigail.

Melanie B said...

Oh that is the sweetest thing. What a wonderful husband!

Little JoAnn said...

What a father! What a husband.

But, you do have it rough. An extra 5 hours away due to commuting...my dear, I would have MORE than cracked. You need a friend close by who can come over to help you in the late afternoon!

If you agree with this, I will be praying up a storm for this wonderful person to appear.

Abigail said...

I know! My husband is such a keeper!!!