I’m sure you all you parents out there in blog land know the drill by now – you produce a few wee ones and the glorious glorious days of sleeping until 11 AM come to an abrupt and screeching halt. As fun as it is to stagger out of bed before first light and immediately change a poopy diaper and fend off a four year old clinging to your leg and screaming “CAN I PLAY WITH MY REMOTE CONTROL HELICOPTER RIGHT NOW”, most people, most couples, they alternate this delightful experience, and dad gets to sleep in Saturday morning and mom gets to sleep in Sunday morning, and life goes on, sleep deprived as it may be.
And here is where I have to tell you my very guilty little secret, internet. I have to admit something to you, and when I admit this thing, you will realize I am married to the very best person the world has ever known.
WE DON’T TAKE TURNS.
Yep. It’s true. Sometimes I wake up anyway and there have been a few days when Mr. E was so tired that I did the best I could with my limited resources at 5:45 AM, but for the most part, for the past five years, my husband has gotten up with my kids at whatever time they have woken up so that I could sleep in, and yes it’s partially because he wakes up early anyway the rest of the week and yes it’s partially because I need sleep like some kind of jonesing addict and yes it’s partially because my kids want to be with him more than they want to be with me and they’re kind of impossible if he’s home but unavailable to them, but mostly it’s because he’s a much much much better person than I am.
And please note – he almost never cleans the bathroom. I do all the grocery shopping. I cook dinner every night. He leaves trash all over the backyard, he never cleans anything up all the way, he flaps the blankets at night after I have already warmed up my sleeping space, and he pinches closed the hooks when he hangs up the ornaments on the Christmas tree. He is not a perfect human being. But damn, is he a good one.
Happy Birthday, Mr. E. You’re the very best person I have ever known. I consider myself profoundly lucky to be having this crazy adventure with you. There’s no one else I’d rather sleep late with, or get up early with. Or you know, not take turns with. Thanks for being so very awesome.
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