A while back, I was with some gals & they were talking about their husbands. Basically they were saying that, while they dearly love their husbands, when their men have time off of work or vacation time, they kinda get in the way at home and mess with the routine. Like, for them, it's almost better when their husbands are at work.
I spoke up because I feel the opposite. I feel most frustrated or tense with Adam when he's not around. The second that he walks in the door, I'm like YESSSS! Henry flocks to his Dada and I take care of Elliot and cook supper or do whatever tasks that I can't do with both boys. We all go run errands together. It is like this huge weight off my chest when he gets home.
On the flipside, if I have an expectation that Adam will be home at a certain time and then he gets held up at the hospital or picks up something on the way home, I'm a crazy shrew. I mean, I try to hold it together and act cool but really, I'm like, Why? Why aren't you here? You said you'd be here! Aggggghhhhhh! (I blame it on being cooped up inside due to snow).
I am not a superwoman. I cannot do everything by myself. I need my husband.