Three times a month, D volunteers as a firefighter for Penryn Fire Protection District. This means he's gone for 24 hours. That further means that I'm alone with J for 24 hours. The days that he's gone also happen to be days that I teach piano and voice lessons.
Yesterday was one of those days.
When J needed a bottle, it was all me.
When J needed his bum changed, it was all me.
When J needed a bath, it was all me.
When J needed rice cereal and sweet potatoes, it was all me.
When J needed some loving, it was all me.
When J needed some play time, it was all me.
When J woke up in the middle of the night, it was all me.
When J needed to go down for a nap, it was all me.
Whatever J needed, it was up to me.
I also had laundry and dishes to do as well as some errands to run.
I also happened to teach 5 piano lessons and 1 voice lesson.
Holy exhausted, Batman!
(When I finally sat down to eat dinner at 11pm, all I had the energy for was a bowl of cereal.)
The day wasn't anything extraordinary or terrible. It was a normal day. But it was hard work. J is a sweet and happy baby, pretty dang easy, and I was still super tired at the end of the day.
The day wasn't anything extraordinary or terrible. It was a normal day. But it was hard work. J is a sweet and happy baby, pretty dang easy, and I was still super tired at the end of the day.
It's on days like yesterday that I realize how much he does for me and J. I'm so grateful to have a husband who is an equal partner and contributor. He is such a great dad to J and I know that I always can count on him (in fact, he's currently rocking a crying baby to sleep - he's just the best!). What would I do without that man?
D, thank you. Thanks for sticking with us.
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