My lovelies it has been a massive week of painting, kids stuff and not a lot of me stuff. And to be honest I feel physically exhausted and I haven’t had it in me to post. Sorry.
We finished the house yesterday and she looks wonderful. Wonderful. So I told my husband this morning as my internal alarm clock shrilled at 530 am I feel like every bone and muscle in my body is stiff. Even my pinkie finger is sore and I have a callous forming on my right hand from the damn paint brush. A callous how witches of east wick is that.
Is it stiff from working he asked? No I snapped when the reality is he is right but I cant admit that to him because I feel just a little guilty. Its a long time since I have worked that physically hard painting, stretching, grunting, lifting and moving tressel’s in 30 plus degree heat yet its something he does every day. Everyday. I feel some what guilty for not giving his job enough credit and I know he works hard but you forget how hard. And although I deem my stay at home mum role as a job a and an important; one lets be honest physically it is not that hard. Yet he works that hard physcially for 12-16 hours a day in 40 degrees plus and he does it everyday. 28 days straight. This week of painting as sedate as it was for him well it was a nice little wake up call of appreciation for me; too not take what he does for us for granted.
And yes I have the housework, the garden, the yards, the paperwork, the looking after the kids, the driving of the kids, the looking after of the four furry ones, the walking of the four furry ones and then there is the taking care of the feathered kind but its not physical really. Its mental. The most physical part of my job is the tantrums. With most of those tantrums now generally mine; as I storm from room to room, sleep deprived carrying on like a lunatic. Scoff as you may those tantrums being carried out with me yelling at 60 decibels or higher whilst sleep deprived waving my arms around as the case maybe is physically hard work. It’s even harder to maintain that level of tantrum for minutes at a time. Sometimes day in day out. Physically that’s hard work you know; then add to that the mental stress of those tantrums on me and sometimes the children…yes you may cue the violins now.
So physically I’m tired but this time from real physical work that my husband does everyday and I am exhausted and will be taking this weekend to rest up as we head into the last week of him being home. Which means come Monday I will start my routine of extra early starts and late finishes. But I will ensure that he rests for the remainder of the week; well as much I can. He is like an energizer battery he just keeps going and going, often like now to his own detriment as a head cold sets in too his body. Screaming at it to just sit for a minute but he won’t and that’s what I love about him.
So my lovelies with a new affirmed appreciation of my husband.
xx Deb
