The helpful husband

He walked in the front door shortly after 5pm and I was surprised to say the least. I double checked the time on both the wall clock and my watch to make sure that my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me.  But no, it was definitely happening. My knight in shining armour (ok…a middle aged dude in a shirt and tie) had come home early to help out with the afternoon and early evening routine.

“What do you need me to do first” Mr Patient asked me cautiously.

“You could start by running the boys a bath” I ventured.

“Alrighty then fair maiden” he answered in that adorable but frustrating echolalic way that he does as he headed for the bathroom scooping up one of the giggling boys on his way.

It didn’t take long.

Actually, it was probably only about three minutes before I was summoned. Coming down the hallway in a pitiful tone was a faint but distinct…...”Fiiiiiiiiiiii”

I rolled my eyes and put down the onion I was chopping for dinner and made my way to the scene of the chaos.

“Where is the bubble bath”? He asks innocently.

I reached up on the shelf only centimetres above him and handed it to him and walked back to the kitchen.

Seconds later I heard it again.

“Fiiiiiiiii”

I ignored it this time hoping he would give up.

“Fiiiiiiiii” he calls out much louder.

“What?” I scream back “I’m busy”

“Where is the plug?” he calls out sheepishly.

“In the top drawer – I saw Lucas playing with it earlier so I hid it from him so he didn’t fill the tub up when I wasn’t looking”. I yelled back impatiently and went back to chopping.

I swear it was only a minute later when he bellows out again….”Fiiiiiii” but this time in a much more desperate petition.” I neeeeeeed you”.

I throw the remains of the half chopped zucchini into the pot on the stove and glance at the clock. Only 7 minutes has passed and I have been called on 3 times. The boys are still running half naked around the house and the tension and noise levels are rising rapidly.

“Yes P” I snap angrily with my hands on my hips “What now?”

“Would you please help me catch Lucas so I can bath him. Quick, there he goes…..corner him”.

I grab the offending child, strip the remainder of his clothes off him in one swift motion ignoring the protests and ducking the kicking and hurl him into the water.

“Wow”, he says obviously impressed “How about you bath the boys and I’ll go cook dinner”.

“Fine”  I lift Lucas out and dry him off then send him out to the heater with his pyjamas, singlet and underpants that I’d already laid out for him earlier and clear and precise instructions on how to dress himself.

I grab Harley in much the same fashion and bath and dry him and send him out to his brother so  he can finish getting ready for bed too.

I let the water out of the bathtub and walked back to the kitchen to see how dinner is coming along and I find Mr Patient sitting at the computer, vegetables still on the chopping board where I left them and two completely naked boys playing lets-see-who-can-flick-each-other-the-hardest-with-our-wet-towels giggling hysterically.

“Thanks for coming home early and helping out with the evening madness honey” I call out sarcastically.

“Oh no problem, glad I could help” he answers oblivious to my ire!

“Oh, by the way” I add venomously….“If you ask me why the kids haven’t yet downe any homework – I’ll bloody flatten you!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it love….wouldn’t dare”  he says with a kiss on the cheek.

I shook my head and went back to the veggie chopping and with every slice, dice and chop that those poor vegetables endured I felt my frustration start to evaporate. :D

Written notice.

Dear Mr Influenza,

Consider this your written notice.

You are not welcome in my house anymore.

Just because it’s winter, that is not an open invitation to just move in un-announced and completely take over!

You have turned my husband into a whiney sulky mope. I want my real husband back.

Your aches and pains, fevers and throat germs have been here long enough, it’s time to move on.

Please do not think that it’s ok to simply leave Mr Patient and then  move onto my children because I’m telling you right now- I won’t have a bar of it. And you DO NOT want to see me cranky!

When I say get out, I mean : GET OUT – COMPLETELY!

I simply cannot make another bowl of chicken soup or pour another glass of lemonade. My fingers no longer want to pick up dirty tissues off the bedroom floor and I’m tired of buying panadol.

I’m unable to continue this back and forth banter that you’ve had with me and I declare that you will NOT get me to succumb to your dirty , stinking, horrible germs either.

I am not going to allow you to mooch of this family for even one more day.

Please ensure that when you leave, you return my husband’s will to go on, his helpful attitude , his kindness and my patience.

And don’t think that it’s ok to just stuff my sanity in your backpack on your way out and hope that I don’t notice.

You have stolen enough from us and we want it ALL back. NOW!

Believe me when I say that there will be a restraining order slapped on you if you even so much as come within 100 metres of this house.

There will be a security guard who answers to the name of JESUS standing by the front door with his arms folded bouncer style and believe me- he doesn’t want you here either!

So off you go. I’m closing my eyes and counting to ten. If you’re still here when I open them, I’m calling in my bouncer.

Don’t let the door hit you in the butt on your way out.

Fiona

For my husband……

Well, my lovely children have so kindly given me the flu and I have spent the better part of the weekend in bed.

Not because I got a worse case than anybody else did but because I have learnt from experience that if I don’t rest at the onset of symptoms , it can linger in me for weeks.

And like every mother on the entire planet- that is BAD because everybody wants something from you at some point!

But here’s where this post gets interesting…..all weekend…..my husband was fantastic!

And he hasn’t always been this way in the past.

He has trouble feeling empathy, finds it really difficult to  understand another’s point of view and doesn’t know the “right” things to say . (Anyone, wanna attempt to diagnose?)

But seriously, he washed, he ironed, he cleaned, he bathed he cooked, and he washed up the dishes afterwards!

This weekend, it wasn’t as big a deal as it would have once been for me to opt to stay in bed and rest . And he even took 2 of the children out for a couple of hours so I had a quiet house.

He made me coffee’s, went out and bought me sushi for lunch, brought me glasses of water and panadol in bed and constantly asked me if I needed anything else.

And the icing on the cake?………..

He sat down on the lounge tonight and sighed.

Then the next statement out of his mouth literally blew me away.

“Your life sucks- I wouldn’t do your job if you paid me, and I’m sorry, I never truly realised just how much you do.”

I smiled……..and thought to myself….. he hasn’t even done the HALF of it!