The husband had a pretty doggone busy year of it. It started out with getting himself all adjusted to doing his schoolwork in Spanish (he once upon a time spoke Portuguese), to getting deep into his thesis, to doing crazy busy projects for school, back to panicking to get the thesis done. The diligent kid was up at 5:30am and working until 10:30 or 11pm every night with breaks for FHE, kids' games, and church callings being about it. So basically I'm pointing out that I was really busy this year doing everything else - or at least thinking that I was doing everything else (I can't even figure out what that means at this point) - I really do have a patient, good husband which shows that we don't always get what we deserve.
But that's beside the point. What I want to say is that for the last week and a half he hasn't had anything to do (well except for one day of grammar checks on his thesis which happened to coincide with a doctors appointment that I'd set for myself so I had one more me, the doctor, a bag of raisins and the baby memory to make). And with him being home all the time I suddenly can't remember what it was that I felt so busy about this last year. I love the amnesic effect of contentment - the way it sweeps all discomfort into one of those drain grates that goes down forever underneath the road and then, once it reaches the bottom of forever, it starts it's journey through endless pipes to an unfathomable ocean far, far, far away from me.
Life is glowing right now - sunny skies, little boys doing woodwork with their Dad in the garage, neighborhood kids riding their bikes clogging our road like D.C. traffic but in a good way, the end of school around the corner, and swimming pools opening soon. I think these are called halcyon days (oh man, yep, I checked dictionary.com and halcyon means calm and that's what I mean too).
I'm not unaware that far, far, far away bits of the ocean of discomfort are getting sucked up into the clouds only to be blown my way and misted, or drizzled, or poured, or hailed onto me later down the line. But for now I'm going to really enjoy having the husband free and about us.
4 comments:
what baby memory are you making???
Oh! Ha! That's just unclear writing (: Zeke came with me to a dermatologist appointment. We waited so long I almost ran out of raisins which is my only way to get him to hold still.
oh darn
Frances says oh darn. I say, oh phew :).
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