At 8:30 tonight I told the husband that I was going to get a bath. "Go ahead!" He said sweetly and I start off to the bathroom.
On my way I realize it is 8:30 so I decided to put #3 down for the night. I picked out her clothes for tomorrow, say prayers, start a movie for her (don't judge me), tickle her, give her three hugs and kisses and say "night night, love you, unnnh-unnnh" (air hugs). After all that she's down. I go back through the house.
I make it to the kitchen/living room area and husband is looking mighty comfy in the recliner. I ask him if he wants to shower first, "no! You go ahead!" Was the reply as he pulled a blanket up over his dirty work clothes with arms black as soot from the machine he worked on before he got home. I agree, (remind me to wash that blanket tomorrow) and head to the bath.
Before I get there, I remember the meatloaf pan soaking and the stack of plates that only go in the dishwasher for me. I decided to go ahead and wash supper pans and start the dishwasher. In cleaning the table I notice #1's sports pic form. I fill that out, write what seems like the 1000th check this week and am then informed by #1 that we are still lacking one book. So I write another check for that.
I went to my bathroom and noticed there were no towels so I go get the load out of the dryer, fold half of it and head back to my room. #2 stops me to ask if his shorts that he picked out are ok for tomorrow...shorts are but the shirt has a spot. I help him find a shirt, go ahead and finish the other half of the folding, load the dryer with the load from the washer and head back to my room.
On the way I yell up to #1 that I filled out his sport pic form, he doesn't hear because of headphones so I go upstairs and beat on the door. He answers, and remembers I have to sign a bunch of stuff. We go back down stairs and I sign lots of papers. He goes back to his room I go to take my bath, noticing along the way that husband is in a meat loaf induced coma in the recliner still with the dirty arms and work clothes.
I wake husband and he says he wasn't asleep. I ask again if he doesn't want to go shower. I politely remind him that he will not wake up at 3am and climb into my clean sheets with dirt and grease all over his arms. He not so politely tells me that he's not asleep and he will shower in a little while.
I decide to go back to #3's room. She's out so I tuck her back in, turn off looney tunes, take a quick pic of her cute self, and cut off lights. #2 is actually in bed too so I tell him to cut off the iPod and call it a night. I get back to the kitchen and hubby is snoring away in the recliner. I make a mental note to be mad at him. I get halfway down the hall to my room and I hear loud hip hop stuff coming from #1's room. That reminds me that his practice clothes are sweat soaked. I turn back grab those, put the stinky things in the washer and then head upstairs to tell him to turn it down and wrap it up for the night.
Finally get to my room and it's too late for a bath. I take a quick shower because between the dishes and the washer I have limited hot water. I head back into the living room which is finally quiet except for the husband's snores. I sit down at the computer and type this blog.
And what started out as an sngry rant about not getting a long bath isn't so angry anymore. God has blessed me with #1,#2, and that sassy #3 and I am so thankful to have them here with me, and to be able to give them tickles and air hugs and notice the spots on their shirts and wash their stinky uniforms. I'm so thankful for that hard headed man in the recliner that worked from daylight to dark today in the blazing heat so that I can run dish washers and washers and dryers, and crank the AC down to sub zero temps! I'm thankful that God placed me here with these people that need me. I hope they know that I need them just as much.
But, seriously, he needs to get a shower.... Really.
