Balance

I read several blogs today. That is not surprising. I do that most days. What was surprising was that in about half of those posts, the women said they were trying to find a way to balance their lives. Each time I read that, I said to myself "isn't that the truth." I mean, my whole blog is about learning to balance life, with the emphasis on learning. I haven't achieved balance yet.

But since this is "Funambulism for Beginners", I thought I'd share with you the most valuable tool I have for tightrope walking: my wonderful and amazing husband. Without him, I couldn't do any of this. He holds me up when I am falling. And he does the majority of household duties because of my long hours put in as an attorney.

My husband does most of the cleaning. He does about 99% of the real cooking. He gives the kids their baths (Mostly because it scares the hell out of me to watch them in the bathtub. I'm always petrified they are going to dry drown.  I should never have read that article years ago!!!!)  He splits time with me at the hospital when DQ is there. We each do 24 hour shifts, but sometimes, he will take more shifts if I have to work. He usually drives when we go places. He takes care of the bills. He cuts the lawn and takes out the trash. And he works full time, leaving our house at 5:00am each morning so he can be home in time to pick the kids up from school at the end of the day.

Simply put, the Mad Scientist does all of the "woman's" work and the "man's" work.

Seeing it all in writing makes me look like I do nothing. Many times, that is how I feel, especially the last couple of weeks since I've been sick.  The Mad Scientist has taken care of me and even called the doctor's office for me when my voice was so weak, I couldn't talk on a phone (I still can't).

But what the Mad Scientist does for me the most is love me completely. He loves me when I don't have the time or energy to help around the house. He loves me when I freak out about the kids. He loves me when I go crazy grumpy because I am worried. He loves me when I stay at work until after bed time every night in the same week. He loves me ragged t-shirts and holely cotton shorts.

He loves me.

And despite the giant pain in the ass that I am so much of the time, he tells me frequently that he'd still marry me. I never thought I'd be so lucky to have such a wonderful man love me. Yet I do.

And I love him. Immeasurably.