Well, there was definitely something strange in the air yesterday. In case you didn't pick up on the subtle message in my blog, I was exhausted. Elliott was also in a funny mood, full of cuddles and he even fell asleep in my arms...which never happens! Then, upon collecting Sophie from Kindy, I discovered she too had herself a little afternoon nap, which again is something as rare as hens teeth! So either we have all suddenly become narcoleptic or perhaps our busy weekend may have been a little too much for us all. I frequently find myself throwing my arms up in the air and asking "When did life get so busy!?!?!" and I know I am not alone in this line of questioning. We all seem to be so insanely busy and in fact, there seems to be some unspoken expectation that we should fill every spare minute of our lives with activity of some sort. What is with that?
On this topic of busyness, I have a story to share with you all today. I was recently chatting to my hubby about our goals and what we will focus on for our future. This sounds all lovely and rosy but it was more like we just had a low scale argument because we have completely different ideas of where we want our lives to go. During this "discussion" he revealed that he expects I will go back to work next year to take some financial pressure off him. While my return to the workforce is inevitable, I am simply not ready to take on that extra responsibility right now. I pointed out to Mat that I am the one who manages the complete running of the household, looks after the kids, does all the "man jobs" like mowing the lawn and washing the dog, I manage the finances, manage the admin side of his business and basically manage absolutely freakin everything when it comes to our existence. He nodded in agreement as I rattled these things off and supportively said "I know you do all these things for us and I know your busy". I was quite pleased with his level of understanding until this moment came...
Me: "So you see babe, me going back to work a couple of days a week for just a few hundred dollars in our hand (after we factor in childcare and all the rest of the expenses associated with being a working Mum), it would just be yet another thing on my already overloaded plate".
Mat: Simply nodded.
Me: Astonished, I stared at him blankly, the man who was so adamant and passionate about the idea of me going back to work only five minutes before. "Mat! This is the part of the conversation where you are supposed to say that you would happily help out a lot more around here and take things off my plate if I were to go back to work!"
Mat: With some swift back-peddling, he says "Oh yeah, yeah, I would try but it's hard for me because I work so much".
Now is about the time you would have seen steam coming from my ears. Instead of arguing my point further, I just shook my head in disbelief. Hopefully one day he will get it, but I think I will be waiting a while for that moment to come. Husbands! Who'd have 'em?!?
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