I’m not going to lie, it wasn’t the best day for me. There were lots of tears and episodes of spit-up.
I was ready for my husband to be home an hour before he ever was.
When he finally got home, he dealt with the toddler so I could tend to the baby and get her to bed.
We had a big list of things to do that night—cleaning, organizing, and decluttering the basement.
Once I got the baby to bed, cleaned up, put dinner away, and my husband still wasn’t downstairs, I got angry.
Fast. Too fast.
Why was I doing all of this by myself? We usually split these chores at night.
Why was he hiding upstairs?
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So I took my anger and went to the basement to try to start the work we needed to get done.
Lo and behold, I couldn’t do any of it because I wasn’t strong enough.
Cue more anger.
I took my collected anger and irritation from the day and marched it all straight upstairs to tell him to come and help me.
That’s when I found this—him asleep with the baby on his chest.
I instantly felt so much guilt.
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Why did I let myself get worked up over him not being there to help me clean the kitchen?
Why did I let my anger from the day continue to fuel my evening? The only two hours I get to spend with my husband each day.
He’s worked hard all day.
He’s tired, too.
He came home and held the crying baby so I could have a five-minute break. He put the toddler to bed I’ve had to pretty much argue with all day.
He helped because he cared. He helped because he loves us.
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They both fell asleep. Exhausted from their albeit different days.
My anger is now gone. It’s been replaced with gratitude.
I needed tonight to play out exactly how it did.
Anger and all.
I needed to be put in my place.
Without it, I wouldn’t have been able to witness this.