There are so many times I get frustrated or annoyed by my husband and get ready to rip into him. But then, out of the blue, he does something to make all the frustration disappear and remind me of why I love him.
Yesterday was a day of trying to clean up the clutter in the house. An ongoing project made harder by the fact only a 1/4 of it gets done between entertaining and consoling my 15 month old son. Of course, when he wants consoling he wants only me so there goes much of my "to do list" time.
At 8:30pm yesterday after Jacob finally went down for the night, and I got to reheat that last piece of pizza that had long since gotten cold, I stood in the kitchen as my husband emptied the trash. He looked at me sweetly and said he'd already cleaned up all the dishes. He did it without being asked or pestered and did it because he wanted to. He did it because in his words, I had done all the mommy stuff and this was his way of contributing.
Many women are not as lucky as that. Some have to do all the chores because they are women's work. Some have to beg and beg for their husband's to lift a finger. Some unfortunately do not have a significant other to help around the house. For those reasons, I feel blessed.
