Isn't it funny how your stages can change back and forth. I feel like we have moved past denial, anger, and depression to acceptance for the most part. More often than not, that anger seeps back in. I woke up this morning to find that our new desk was completely organized, all of the things for Shannon's weekend crop were packed up and set aside to go in the van, and the house was a lot cleaner than when I went to bed. Now, do I think that the helping fairies came by last night to help out? No, I think Shannon stayed up until after 3:00 am because she was afraid of sleeping through the early morning BS check, and she needed to stay busy. I guess I knew that's what happened when I popped out of bed at 3:15 am to turn of my blaring alarm, only to be met at the bedroom door by Shannon telling me to go back to bed.
I get so mad that D brings these worst fears out of us. We both know that the one night we sleep through that early check could be the one where he is plummeting. On the very rare occasion that we have missed it, everything was fine, but the guilt ate us up. I hate how tired we are. No, check that. I hate how tired Shannon is. On most nights, she still makes sure that I get more sleep. She says it is because I have to get up and go to work, but guess what. So does she! Stay at home Moms can't be paid a salary because no amount of money is enough to pay them their worth. Every few days, she gets so exhausted that she lets me take over the 3:00 am checks for a couple of nights. I generally take the weekends as well, but I wish there was more.
I hate that D forces us into this. D sucks! There is my rant. I know I am preaching to the choir, but hey, I know you get it!
Dang straight! I get it. It sounds like you and Shannon make a fabulous team. Dave takes the weekends too. I only work part time and my kids are now in school, so, for the most part I take Sunday through Thursday 2am checks. Like you, Dave will step up if I am getting really tired or sick or something. I cannot even imagine doing this as a single parent.ReplyDelete
We have the same routine over here....it's rough. Five years later, it's still rough....I'm not sure we'll ever get used to it.ReplyDelete
Just when I think we can squeak by without a middle of the night check, I find a wacky number that reminds me it just isn't possible.
I sure wish I didn't get it. I have spent many nights wide awake because I was afraid I wouldn't wake up. These days I am so tired... I have to put the alarm across the room and pray it will wake me up. Most of the time my husband hears it and wakes me up. As long as someone does~ right?ReplyDelete
Thanks for your comment on my blog BTW!
what there aren't helping faires??? THANK YOU Brian for noticing the things I did that night you are a great husband and partner!ReplyDelete