I admit it. Sometimes I'm stressed out. As witnessed by my last post. I was nearing the worn out mark. I often act like women's capabilties to run a business and be a mom and manage a household go back to the fact that we are simply better multi-taskers than our counter parts. For many women, this is simply the case.
In my case - my counter part is the thing that enables me to multi task my life in a myriad of ways. He also tends to make me chill out when I need to. For instance, this afternoon, he led me to our bathroom where he had a bath waiting for me. Not only was the bath waiting for me, but he had cleaned the rest of the bathroom and our bedroom. He told me I was not allowed to come out for 2 hours. I accepted. :) He then took off on some errands and took the kids with him.
The whole time I thought, "we all know what I"ll do, I'll take a bath, then I'll get out and sneak to my computer and get some more work done." Well, I gave it my best shot, I took a fairly lengthy bath and when I got out I had a robe waiting for me outside the door. I went to open the door to our room and it was taped off with signs that read "I'm serious". Especially taped off was my office. So, I turned around and headed back to my room where he had laid out some cozy napping clothes, and had his ipod and skull candy (noise reducing head phones) laying on my pillow with enya cued up.
Are you kidding me? I had the best nap ever! But it gets even better -- after he got home we went and ran some errands, and we all know what day of the week it is . . . Thursday. And on Thursday's I take a little time with my mom and some friends and we watch Grey's Anatomy (which by the way was a rerun tonight, so we watched the first 5 episodes of the season 2 DVD instead). My point here is that when I came home, my cute husband had cleaned the house (which had been an utter disaster). The kids rooms were clean, the dishes were done, the toys were all put away.
I should stop now because it's starting to sound like I'm bragging . . . ;) Who gets to take a THURSDAY afternoon nap kid free with scotch tape blocading off the outside world? Not many people . . .