I was standing at the kitchen sink filling Taylor’s bottle with water. Behind me both boys were throwing fits. Taylor was starving hungry, Jaxon had refused to eat his supper. Gerry was working late and so I had evening baby duty by myself. Why can’t there be peace in this house even when he isn’t here? That was what went through my mind in some form or another. Don’t get me wrong, there are peaceful times at our house even when Papa isn’t home. It’s not all chaos. But there is just something about the end of the day that brings all of the fatigue and stress to me and to the babies all at once and evenings can be rather hectic.
Until Papa comes home. When he walks in the door, there is almost instance calm. Maybe it’s just my heart that is instantly calmed…either way, I feel such relief when I see his truck coming up the lane. That’s not to say that I only look forward to his homecoming so that he can give me a break from tending two littles all day. But let’s face it, it sure is nice not to have to do this parenting thing alone. When Gerry walks in the door, I instantly have his support. More often then not, he will take Jaxon outside with him to mow or do yard work. After supper Gerry will often give both boys their baths while I clean up the kitchen. Sometimes even give Taylor his bottle.
I am so blessed to have a husband who is so willing to help out with the babies, even after he has had a hard day at work himself. I love the peace and calm that comes over all of us when Papa comes home. It’s the best part of our day.
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