The old me would laugh, instead I try not to cry
Whoever said staying home was easy - they told a big lie.
Note to self: he’ll be home soon – try hard to be nice
He’s the best husband ever, the love of my life!
He’s helpful, he’s handy, and a great daddy too,
I’ll greet him with a kiss and say ‘it’s so great to see
you!’
Uh-oh, I hear the babies – that nap didn’t last
I could have squeezed in a shower, I should have moved fast.
Thank God, there’s the door, daddy’s finally here!
I sigh with relief and the babies start to cheer.
‘Honey, I’m home…that dinner smells great!’
“What’s that supposed to mean? And why are you late?!?”
Oh crap – hold it together, that’s not what I meant.
But it’s so hard to be friendly when I’m utterly spent.
Let’s try this again – I should ask him about his day:
“Can you hold the baby, and put the laundry away?”
‘I will in a sec, let me take off my shoes…
Did the girls give you trouble? Are you feeling the baby
blues?’
“No! I’m just fine!” I defensively say.
In my head, the greeting didn’t quite go this way.
Despite all of that, I get a hug and a kiss,
Now I finally remember the hubby I missed.
I’ll try again tomorrow to be a good mom and wife,
Right after I clean the kitchen and chase after my life!
