Today I’m tapping my fingers together in cheeky anticipation, Montgomery Burns of Simpsons-fame style:
While I’m at work, Hubbie has the entire week off, so he is doing the looking after baby girl duties.
Rocking to sleep.
Amusement and Play.
My happiness is two-fold. One is attributed to the fact that I am so comfortable in the knowledge that she will be at home with her Dad, bonding with him, and because he is my Hubbie, of course as with many things he and I do things the same in our house, and I don’t have to worry about other people coming in to look after her and doing things different.
It’s a comfort thing.
The second has to do with the ‘let’s see how you do it’ approach. I am so fortunate to have a husband who is truly understanding and accepting of how hard it can be to get anything done during the day, even though at times I’m ‘just’ at home, all day. He won’t ask, but I find myself explaining why –
dinner is late/the house is a mess/I haven’t burnt the cds he’s wanted for 2 months/the laundry is drying all over the house 2 weeks after the fact
again and again and again. And the most common phrase out of my mouth is “be quiet, I don’t want her to wake up,” more common than your everyday usual “hi’s” and “bye’s”.
I am gaining so much satisfaction sitting here at work, wondering how he is tackling the looking after baby duties whilst getting everything else done.
Tee hee hee.
Just yesterday we had this convo:
Me: “You’ll have to do the grocery shopping tomorrow.”
Hubbie: “But I’m looking after baby girl.”
Me (with raised eyebrows): “so does that mean I don’t ever have to cook and clean when I look after her?”
(Another moment later on).
Me (breaking down baby girl’s schedule): “And then you feed her, and change her nappy…”
Hubbie: “So when do I do the shopping?”
Me (smiling with obvious glee): “in between changing her nappy and lunch. Everything you do has to work around HER.”
Despite my clear joy at Hubbie doing my usual job today, I am truly rapt with the arrangement, and I think to myself that this could really work: me working, while Hubbie looks after baby girl.
I don’t know if I’m looking forward to the end-of-day report from Hubbie (mischievous anticipation), his holiday vibe rubbing off on me (because who doesn’t love time off), whether it’s the recent re-introduction of alcohol into my life (last night’s red wine still in the system) or this morning’s coffee (coursing through my veins), but, all things considered, life is feeling pretty freaking good right now.
🙂 🙂 🙂
The Happiness Project says that one instance of happiness derives from the state of learning, discovery, growth. It’s the journey, not the destination, and boy are we on the journey of a lifetime right now.
This is life, and we’re living it.
Ahh. The over-analytical life of an aspiring writer.