The Insomniac's Dream came up with a lovely idea: Write a blog post every day in November- 30 Days of Thanks. I am a big grumpy-face, and my talent is complaining. So I knew I couldn't be fully on board with it, but I swore I'd do my best, so I'm going to do... probably like five days of thanks.
I was just reminded of something I've been meaning to tell you all about for a while now. Something I am very thankful for. So here we go.
Parents love to remind everyone that we get no time off. Particularly mothers, and super-duper particularly stay-at-home mothers. Well, guess what. I do. I get fourteen hours off every week. To the non-parents reading this, I'm sure that sounds like crap. But to the parents.... You are so jealous.
It started when my son was born. We came up with a deal: my husband would take care of the baby at night, and I would take the morning. We drew the line at 3:00 am. Baby needs a bottle at 2:12? That's all you. Baby cries at 5:47? My job. Get it? We also had one overnight each week when we were "off the clock." That rule still applies to this day, when he's almost four.
From Friday at 8:00 pm to Saturday at 10:00 am, I am not a mom. I can go out (although I've done that maybe 10 times in 4 years). I can get drunk. I can paint my nails and not worry about picking anyone up. And my husband does his best to make the boy stay quiet until 10:00 the next morning, at which point the little rascal climbs into my bed to wake me up. Then daddy gets to take a nap, if he wants. The same goes for him on Saturday night/Sunday morning. The boy is my responsibility all night and morning until 10:00 rolls around and we throw ourselves on the bed and I tell him to take that kid away from me.
For the longest time, we assumed that all parents had a similar arrangement. We're slowly learning that that's not the case. Um, dads? What the fuck?! Your wife needs a break. Especially if she stays at home all week with your child. I've been tempted to ask for more every now and then, until I remember that I have the option to take a nap every weekday and he doesn't. Guess that's fair.
So anyway, I'm thankful that my husband is truly a co-parent, and not some slacker 1950's dad who thinks that bringing home the bacon is all it takes to be a father. Because Mama needs her sleep, or you will all suffer.
If you are thankful this month, please link up with The Insomniac's Dream to tell the world about it.