The Little Things

My husband is a busy man these days.  He is completing his Masters at Georgetown, while working full time and supporting our family.  He is typically up and at work (or clinicals, which is seeing patients in an office under the supervision of a registered NP, without pay of course) by 7 am.  He is then on his feet all day (his "day job" is an OR Nurse) and gets off around  7:30pm, sometimes later.  He then comes home, peeks in to kiss the kids goodnight, staying with our daughter for a bit if she happens to still be awake.  He then scarfs down whatever leftovers are waiting for him and either chats with me for a couple minutes or goes right to studying.  He typically goes to bed around midnight or later.  So, yeah, I think that qualifies him as busy. 

Things didn't always used to be this way.  When we first got married he was finishing up his Associates in Nursing.  He already had a Bachelor's in Art, but decided he wanted to do something different.  He was going to school full time, working one day a week doing bathroom design, and I worked full time.  His parent's paid for his school and supplemented his income, but we left that money in savings and lived off of my earnings.  I was the head of the household.  I was supporting us.  I also did my fair share (I would have told you it was actually more) of cleaning and "housekeeping".  He eventually graduated and got a job as an RN.  Our incomes were basically even at that point.  Then, along came a kid.  I switched to working 4 days a week and he also worked four tens, so each of us was home one day a week with our daughter and she only needed care three times a week.  We paid my Mother to watch her those three days a week until my Mother returned to her "school year" job.  That was when we realized I needed to be home with her.  We needed the extra income though.  So - I made it happen.  I got licensed to do home day care and opened my own childcare business.  I went from finance to child care.  That was a big change.  But I made it happen. We had extra cash coming in and I got to guarantee my daughter was getting the care and attention I felt was necessary, even if it meant 12 hr days 5 days a week.  That has always been my role in our relationship - I MAKE THINGS HAPPEN.  If my husband has expressed a dream - I try to make it a reality.  You want to be an RN?  Let's make it happen.  You want to live around mountains and wildlife?  Let's make it happen. You want to be a rural care Nurse Practitioner?  Let's make it happen.

My husband had mentioned moving "west" several times.  He wanted to live in nature, away from big cities.  He wanted me to be able to stay at home and not HAVE to bring in extra income.  He had even packed away things we barely used and put them in the basement because he really wanted to do it.  We talked about it but life went on.  Were we really going to leave our home state?  Were we really going to leave our families?  With a child and dog and owning two properties? I still remember the night I said - Well, let's make it happen.  We were doing our nightly walk with our daughter and dog, walking through the Downtown area that we lived in.  I had an "aha" moment earlier that week.  Quitting my job and starting a day care business had been a huge risk, but the payoff had been great.  The biggest risks really can bring the biggest rewards. So, let's move.  Let's see what happens.  Let's try it.  He agreed.  So, long story short, we ended up in Idaho, with me at home with our children, and him pursuing his dream of opening a rural clinic.

I take care of everything on the home front.  Everything.  All those little things that make a household run.  He has been taking care of the big things.  Work and school.  I will be honest that I have often found myself annoyed when I find dishes left on the table, or dirty clothes dumped next to the bed.  Could he really not make the effort to put them in the sink or put the clothes in the dirty clothes pile?  Yes, he is working non stop, but so am I.  I don't get a break either, right?  I'm making this place run, I'm making it possible for him to not have to worry about anything at home, couldn't he do a little thing here or there?  I give so much of myself, between the kids and keeping this ship afloat.  Can't he do some of the little things sometimes?

Today I had another "Aha" moment.  We recently bought a "new" vehicle and the dealer gave us a loaner to use while they fixed some minor things.  My husband took that to work so I wouldn't have to worry about installing the car seats in it.  We had gymnastics today.  I loaded the kids into their car seats and hopped in the driver's seat.  I went to put the key in and stopped.  The car was full of wrappers.  The dashboard was all dusty.  There were coffee spills.  I wanted to cry.  Tears came to my eyes.  This man has always kept his cars spotless.  It is one of those things that has always mattered to him.  He cleans out MY car whenever he rides in it.  But his car was a mess.  He has stopped doing that one little thing for himself, that I know matters so much to him, so that he can do all of these big things for us.  He is making things happen.  He has stepped up to the plate and HE is making things happen.  It reminded me that I am not the only one giving every last once of myself to this family - he is too.  He has given up doing the little things so that he can do the big things.

So, after our morning errands we did what we should.  We cleaned up the inside of the car and filled the gas tank.  We took care of some of the little things so Papa can focus on the big things.

He did apparently have one little thing in there for himself. 

 A note I left him almost a year ago.

After all, it's the little things.