My husband took all three of my children out for a little while tonight so I could have some "quiet study time." It was wonderfully thoughtful and I appreciated it immensely. I accomplished exactly what I needed to in the 2 and a half hours that they've been gone.
Exactly 2 hours and thirty minutes ago, that they all climbed in the mommy van and drove away leaving the most wonderful hush throughout my house.
Perfect.
It took me 2 hours and thirty minutes to read my assigned chapters, write out my postings and take a quiz.
Perfect.
Exactly 2 hours and thirty two minutes later, my husband called me from the grocery store.
"What do you need from the grocery store that's quick?" (kids talking loudly in the background)
"Um, hamburgers, rolls, bread, decaf coffee...jelly...cereal..."
"I said quick..." (kids laughing loudly in the background)
"Um...what's not quick about peanut butter and jelly sandwiches? "
"No! I meant, quick tell me what you need tonight because I've reached my limit!!!" (kids now even louder)
"Oh! Just jelly, bread and decaf is fine...I'll do the shopping later in the week."
"Fine."
Click.
Yep, that's it folks! It took my husband exactly 2 hours and 32 minutes to "reach his limit."
Perfect.
I know what you're thinking...why is that Perfect??
I'll gladly tell you why...
I am with my kids non stop every day of the week (minus school hours-which aren't long enough ;0), by the way) and I reach my limit once every few days. Maybe longer if it's a good week.
That, my friends is total validation, is it not? I'm not a horrible person for losing it every so often when I've not only reached my limit but went beyond it because I didn't get to drive my kids back home to their dad. Validation, indeed!
See? Perfect.
Feeling pretty good about myself right about now, how about you?
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