They seriously have so much fun together. I love watching August's face light up every evening when Tim comes home from work. He gets a huge grin and starts bouncing, anticipating the inevitable tickling and tossing that accompanies Dad.
Last week, P, A & Dad time was at a premium. I finally took advantage of Tim's Mother's Day gift to me—a whole day of his PTO—so I could have a day off.
In all honesty, I wanted Tim to struggle in the position of Mr. Mom. I wanted him to have sympathy for how difficult life can be taking care of kids non-stop, and how the house seems to erupt with stuff all of the time. I passive aggressively mentioned that it was laundry day when I left, but I told him he didn't have to do it (I didn't want to make the workload too heavy for him).
I left and didn't have to worry about life at home. I knew things were under control. Tim is not at all intimidated by manning the children. But when I came home about eight hours later with pretty, pedicured toes and shopping bags, I came home to a clean house, two clean loads of laundry sitting in the hallway, kids who had been to the park, on a walk, and who did a craft, and dinner on the grill.
I knew things would be under control—like no one would lose a limb—but that under control!? This guy makes me look bad. What I find difficult he can manage with ease (I can count the number of times we've done something crafty on one hand).
So I get to live in God's grace and be ok with the fact that I do not have it all together. And I get to be thankful for my incredible husband who compliments me so well.
And look at how much fun they have together:
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