My goodness, once again it's Friday. My husband is beyond consumed with his job right now, he's drowning in mind reeling things to do. Things to do at work. Because the long hours aren't quite enough, work also has to consume him mentally when he's finally home for the night.
I guess all of my neighbor's trash cans out on the curb did not set off a hint to my husband to put the trash out this morning. I sent the note Sj created to my parents in a package, so I guess it's time for a new one. I wonder if anyone caught a glimpse of me this morning, scurrying to put the trash out in my husband's flip flops, my pajamas, and no bra. I swear the way I looked was blog fodder. Poor housewife, stay at home mom, let herself go. If they could only see beyond the walls and how guilt ridden I feel for not having washed the floors in two weeks or how the pile of mail is growing. Oh the list could go on.
My hubby's workload has obviously impacted our household. I feel like things are out of balance and there's nothing really for me to do, other than suck it up. My husband is going to hate me for this, but I feel like I am living the life of a single mother, with no family in town to help out. It's during these times that I always regret moving away from family. Moving away from those that would come take my kids for a couple of hours, so I could breathe. Breathe deep breaths, go for a run, scour a sink with out someone tugging on my leg, maybe even cook me a meal, or put away the laundry before someone thinks it's fun to unfold all of it.
I dream of saying, "Have fun at Nana and Papa's see you in the morning!"
Granted my husband isn't out having a fun time, he's working and stressing out. Does that make me feel better about the situation? Sometimes, but mainly no. I want the balance to be back for all of us. Patience is a virtue that is slipping away from me. Soon enough we'll be on the flip side of Labor Day and my life with my husband will return to the something we could consider to be normal.