Of course, there are many reasons that I love Todd. However, I feel that sometimes when the day just sucks and things go wrong, I don't always verbalize how much I love him or how awesome he is. It's not always easy to set time aside for ourselves anymore. He works and I sleep and the baby occupies the time in between.
Today, for example: I asked Todd if he thought I should wear my boots. I figured since he had been outside earlier in the day, he would know. He said "no" and I took that as it being not too bad outside. Against my better judgement and knowing that Todd doesn't view the world the same way I do (I hate when my pant legs get wet...he doesn't seem to mind) I skipped the boots. I was carrying Jack and slipping all over the place. My horribly crappy near threadbare shoes were leaking and my feet were getting wet and cold and I threw a hissy fit.
Now is probably a good time to mention the bitch is in town. Not that my monthly visitor is any excuse to yell at my husband, but it is a contributing factor. Honestly, you'd think after 8 years of being together that he'd know the right answer to a seemingly simple question.
Todd very lovingly went upstairs and got my boots for me. We proceeded to the Olive Garden. The roads were fine and we were able to enjoy an absolutely delicious dinner.
Fast forward to 11PM. Jack is refusing to go to sleep despite rubbing his little fists in his eyes and fussing (screaming as though demons are eating his soul.) Todd and I take turns every 5-10 minutes of screaming to soothe the baby; he kept offering to hold Jack so my back wouldn't hurt.
See, Jack is still on Seattle time and putting him to bed at 11 is THREE hours earlier than he has been used to for the last 10 days. We are working our way back to a 9:30 bedtime but it will be a slow process and we know it. We managed to put the baby to bed without bickering about doing something wrong and Todd even voluntarily helps put all of Jack's clothes and accessories away.
On a happy note, Jack's Radio Flyer push wagon came today. He can step with it much better than the plastic walker thing. I think he likes the clicking sound the wheels make. Post photos later. He was a walking machine tonight and wouldn't pose for the camera.
Hang in there!
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