my amazing husband

One must give credit where credit is due.

Today this man (in no particular order):

Changed the light bulb in the bathroom; calmly held my hand while I panicked during the turbulent parts of our flight; juggled and stacked and wheeled around three large pieces of luggage plus the pack ‘n’ play, a big box (the jumperoo), the computer bag, the car seat, the stroller while I mainly carried the boy and diaper bag, through two airports; carried all our bags from the car up the stairs while I carried sleeping boy; fed the boy dinner; gave him his bath; commandeered the lot of us into the back yard for apple and fig picking; made the bed with fresh sheets when we got home; unpacked all of our bags and put everything away; assembled the jumperoo; put away the clothes in the laundry basket and started a new load; vacuumed up the crumbs in the dining room; sang and rocked the boy to sleep when my reading, singing and nursing failed to knock him out; did all of the dishes; and then thanked ME for making a delicious dinner.

And I’m probably forgetting something on this list. And that’s just today.

File under: gratitudes.

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While we were in L.A. my mother made a comment about hating doing dishes. She has a housekeeper five-days-a-week, so dishes are not a chore she has to do often, fortunately. (I think if you do them every day, you might not talk about hating them. That’s all I’m saying.) Anyway, she says this and Scott says, “So that’s where she gets it from.”

I… Ummm… errr…

My sister tells a story about a time when we were kids and I was subtly rebelling against my chore of helping clear the table. I was only bringing one dish into the kitchen at a time. She recalls that my father noticed, yelled at me, and then ordered me to come back with both hands full. I apparently returned with one item in each hand: salt and pepper.

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I’ve been thinking lately about how my life might change if I started being more diligent about doing chores. Would order and diligence spill over into other areas? I guess you could call this a Jewish New Year’s resolution, (l’shanah tovah everyone) although Scott says he feels like coming home from a trip is like this: you often return with a new resolve to clean the house, eat right, replace burned out light bulbs, etc. Or at least he does.

Yup. Like I said, lucky me.