I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while, but yesterday I was reminded of just how much my husband does for me and Baby S. (more on that part later)
When I was pregnant I heard “your husband does that” a lot. People seemed to be shocked that Mr. S was very hands on with the pregnancy…sometimes too hands on for the control freak in me. He drove me crazy a lot in the beginning, because he was so focused on making sure I ate right all the time and that I was getting rest. I felt like a human incubator and not his soon to be wife who he loved. Eventually we talked things out and he relaxed a little. I started to enjoy all the attention and pampering more.
My favorite part of the pampering is all the good food. Mr. S is a great cook and he enjoys doing it. When we first started dating it was something we did together, but during the first trimester I would always end up napping while he cooked. I think I cooked one time during the first trimester, and it was because he was going to be out of town for a weekend. I remember looking at him and asking what I was going to eat all weekend. We weren’t living together at that point, so he asked me what do I eat the nights he stays at his place; and I told him leftovers or cereal. Yea I was pretty spoiled and a bit lazy, but hey I was creating a human I deserved it.
In addition to cooking, Mr. S does more of the cleaning than I do except bathrooms I clean bathrooms better than him. I am messy… I despise cleaning. I think it comes from having so many brothers and sisters, and having those massive clean up days when I had to clean up behind more than just myself. Since he does more of the cleaning this also includes the laundry. I remember at the very end of the pregnancy I was home and nesting. I decided to do all the laundry while he was at work. Well halfway through the process I realized I didn’t know if my maternity pants went in the dryer or if he hung them up. I had to call him at work to ask and of course he laughed and reminded me how spoiled I am. He still does most of the laundry now that Baby S is here, but I do the baby laundry including stinky cloth diapers lol.
Anyway back to what reminded me of how much he does around here. Yesterday I decided to go shopping with my sister-in-law and we took Baby S, since Mr. S was at work. We get to the mall and I pull out the stroller from the trunk, and I realize that I have no idea how to open the stroller. I pushed a button… nothing. I shook it how I see him do it when we go to Target and the grocery store…still nothing. Finally, I give in and call Mr. S at work. I’m sure he wanted to laugh, but he just told me what to pull and finally it opened. As we’re leaving the mall, I realize I don’t know how to put the stroller down. We put Baby S in the car and turn on the air condition, so he’s getting air, and my sister-in-law (who has no kids yet either) attempts to help me figure out how to fold the stroller. We even tried putting it in the trunk without putting it down, but my car trunk is too small. Finally, she tries pulling on one part and it starts to fold. I hang my head in shame… I’m a mother who doesn’t know how to work her son’s stroller. Mr. S swears that he’s shown me how to put it up and down, but I don’t remember this at all.
I made sure to give my husband a big hug once I saw him that evening, but I was definitely ashamed. How could I not know these things? I mean I’m the oldest of 9 children… I have 2 nephews… I’m a mom… I’m supposed to know everything… right?
How much does your significant other/partner/husband/wife help out?
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