This morning, I woke up to another "snowfall" in Jackson's room, a result of last nights baby powder flinging. I spent the better part of half an hour wiping & vacuuming his room before I would let him go down for breakfast.
The backstory: Last night, I attended a Christmas party with my former company. I have been looking forward to this "night off" for a few weeks now and I was excited to get dressed up, see old friends and enjoy some adult time away from the kiddies. Ben stayed home with the boys. I am grateful for a hubby who's willing to do "Daddy Night" while I regain my sanity. It's hardwork managing 2 little ones...and still clean up, give baths and put them down at a reasonable time. And Ben totally sees how much work it is being home with these little rascals all day. I'm so thankful that he respects how hard my job is. Not exactly sitting around popping bonbons.
When I got home around 10 last night, Ben had just gotten the boys down and was crashed on our bed, clearly pooped. The house was a wreck - dinner plates still on the table, books scattered, dirty diapers rolled up but still perched on the various changing tables. I'm not one to be okay with going to bed with a disorderly house, so I couldn't just leave it. I resentfully cleared, loaded, wiped, sorted and put our house back in order. And this morning, I did it again once I discovered the mess in Jackson's room. (Ben had warned me about it last night).
I really am trying not to use this as a forum to nag or complain, but I have to vent in order to keep my sanity. I feel like I have to pay retribution for my night off. Does that make sense? It makes it almost not worth getting a break when it's more work to get my house back in order afterwards. Is it even worth it? Am I the only one who feels this way? How can I make it easier on us as a family for me to be away for a few hours without the chaos?
Next Monday, I have a girls night with ladies from small group and on Tuesday night we have our neighborhood girls night. I am so thankful for Ben to willingly (and happily, actually) be okay with me having 3 girls nights in 1 week (actually 3 nights within 4 business days as Ben pointed out). Something's gotta give so that he can actually enjoy spending precious time with our boys and I can come home refreshed rather than overwhelmed. Any advice?
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Okay, so I totally know how you feel and would give you a big hug right now because we're wearing the same exact shoes. I went out last night for my Junior League project and although I was singing and breathing a sigh of relief when I left the house, I too returned to a disaster. Now, don't get me wrong, we both are truly lucky to have hubby's that realize our job is a heck of a lot of work but it would be nice in an ideal world for them to pick up after the kids and himself but truly, we may be asking for a lot. I would just think of the fun time you had by yourself and smile and go about your merry way speed cleaning around the house. I did that last night and surprisingly felt wonderful cleaning the house after 9:30 in the evening. Call me crazy but I'll do it any day of the week to get my one evening out to myself. Maybe you can somehow hint to Ben to try his best to clean up but in all reality, as long as our babies are happy and safe, that's all that matters. BTW - you're so lucky to have three nights out next week. I'm lucky to squeeze in one night out a week.
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