Mr. Me

For the past two and a half weeks I have been biting my lip so hard that I may need a blood transfusion by the time I'm finally healed from my surgery. My darling husband has graciously taken off work to care for me during this time, which has been a huge blessing. The only thing is I've had to catch myself from, let's just say, suggesting how he should go about doing things.

Let me give you an example. Laundry. Oh boy, does he do laundry. He is constantly washing up clothes. He is awesome on staying top of my most hated chore. For that I am grateful. However, there is just one little thing. He doesn't put it away. The kids and I are forced to dig through laundry baskets that are, no exaggeration, piled halfway up the wall. It drives me crazy, but I bite my lip.

Now let's talk meal time. Thanks to all my friends we have been blessed with dinners every night. This is a huge help to both myself because I am forbidden to do anything but lay on a couch and my husband because he already is taking on so much extra. So it shouldn't be such a big deal for him to clean up the dishes after dinner, right? Wrong. He eventually does clean up but it's usually right before we sit down to eat the next nights dinner. After dinner my lip begins to throb from the biting to keep my complaints silenced.

I know he is trying his best, and really do appreciate him. I know there are many husbands out there that wouldn't be willing to use all their vacation time to take care of their re cooperating wives. I am lucky. I know that. But here is the thing, he took vacation time so that he could easily do my job. I'm not keeping score or anything, but if I was here is a taste of what it would look like-

The amount of times my kids have been late to school because I over slept- me- 0 (out of the 9 years they have been in school) husband- 2 (out of the two weeks he's had to get them off to school)

The amount of times my kids have missed and entire day of school for a dentist appointment- me- 0, husband- 2.

(My lip is now bleeding because I am biting so hard. I want to scream SCHOOL IS NOT OPTIONAL!)

The amount of times lunch is packed for the kids each week to save money- me- 5, husband- 0.

The amount of times McDonald's is served over a holiday weekend- me-0, husband- 4 (even with meals being delivered every night my kids are still getting healthy doses of junk food)

The amount of school projects completed in time- me- too many to count, husband- 1/2 (I still needed to do most of it).

The amount of times the house needs to be vacuumed due to a large hairy dog- me- 1x every other day, husband- 0 (he hired a cleaning lady!)

I think you get the point. He's not all bad.. he is painting our middle son's room. A room he's been telling me he was going to paint since my step son moved out three years ago. It only took him three days to go buy the paint, one day to "prep", one day to take a break, four days to paint four walls and two days to reassemble.

I understand that my job is hard, heck I do it everyday plus work part time! But I will tell you this, the first time he even looks at me sideways for not having the laundry done, or having dinner ready, my lip will come unbit and he will go down! After all he's doing my job with help and he can't keep up.

I can say I do get a little satisfaction from knowing that I'm a better mom than he is....I guess that's why he is called dad.