I moan. Who doesn’t? I’m a mum with a busy life, a hardworking husband gone for eighty percent of the week and four crazy little people – two of me, two of him – running riot. I think it’s human nature to seek out the occasional negative. It helps to make the good times shine bright right? A friend once enlightened me to an old Jewish saying that goes something like; “Without the darkness you cannot appreciate the light.” I think that just about sums it up right there.
However, it is all too easy, as a busy mum with a busy life, a hardworking husband gone for eighty percent of the week and four crazy little people – two of me, two of him – running riot, to forget about all the light sometimes and only see the dark. In these moments I moan. In my head mainly but also to my closest friends. This post is to serve as a reminder to future moaning me that I do not in fact, have it bad at all. Not by any means.
It’s officially day two of the summer holidays and I took our four minions out to an adventure and wildlife park for the day today with a couple of my lovely friends and their minions. It was a brilliant, fun yet long and exhausting day. We have another such day planned for tomorrow.
We got home tired and dirty, I unpacked all our luggage from the day and put tea on. Then I ran a bath for the smallest two. My husband walked through the door shortly after, conveniently as the oven timer announced his chicken burgers were ready. Without even stopping he dished up his dinner then sat down to eat with our freshly bathed fifteen week old baby so I could continue with other chores. After that he got the two year old out of the bath, dried and dressed him, put him to bed along with our older two and then brought the baby back downstairs. He then insisted that I sit down and relax with the baby while he went to the supermarket to do our big shop, a task that I had mentioned I didn’t have time to do in the coming days due to our plans for various day trips and adventures so I was intending to go tonight instead. As I type he has just walked through the door with all the shopping and put the kettle on. He’s now putting the shopping away.
I said ‘You’re my hero’. His reply? “Nah babe, I’m just an average man trying.” I grinned and he added “Oh and I’ve changed the music in your van, it’s like your previous choice but even better, you’re going to love it.”
This man rocks my world. It may not be rock and roll, but hey, it’s where it matters the most. The next time I moan, someone please slap this blog post in front of my face?