One thing I have noticed since I bid farewell to the working world is that the days are basically all the same. Monday does not get me down. Nor does Friday generate the excitement it once did. For the most part, one day is just like the last. And the next...
When my daughter was a newborn and I was in a constant state of severe sleep deprivation, my husband liked to tease me by asking, "What day is it today?" For the record, I always knew. Both of the week and of the month. I may have put the sugar in the fridge and the creamer in the cupboard. Or given the dog the cat's breakfast. But I knew what day it was. It just didn't matter.
Every day, seven days a week, I get up when my alarm clock goes off. Otherwise known as my toddler. Who seems to be waking up earlier and earlier the older she gets. I am not liking this trend at all. I prefer to rise after dawn. Not a morning person!
Each day is a little bit different. Monday is class at the baby gym. Wednesday we go to story time at the library. Friday, right now, means it's swimming lesson time. We generally have some type of activity every day during the week.
The weekends no longer mean I get to sleep in. They generally don't involve going out, either. In most ways, they are just like the rest of the week. Except my husband is home. And we can partake in activities together. I very much love the weekends for that.
Weekends are family time. I cherish it so much that I take a break from writing and social media to focus on being together. Even if all we do is hang out around the house, it is special time. And it goes by too quickly.
Because I remember what it meant when I was working, when Monday morning rolls around I try to be as cheery as possible and wish my husband a good day. And I make sure I offer up a hearty TGIF when the work week is coming to an end. Family time on the weekends means something to him, too.
While I certainly have my less-than-blissful moments, and have been known upon occasion to gripe (a little), I am so grateful to have the opportunity to be home with my daughter and have all my days blend together. I know our life would be much more hectic and stressful if I had a full time job.
And as we prepare to celebrate Father's Day this weekend, I'd like to thank my wonderful husband for supporting our family and giving me the opportunity to stay home. Babe, I love you and appreciate you more than words can express. You are all I could ever want in a partner and more. Our little girl is so lucky to have you as her Daddy. I love the life we have built together, and look forward to all that is to come.
Happy Father's Day to all the great dads out there!