I just want to say that I am seriously thankful for a man who gets what it means to carry a child and then take care of them all.(most men dont and they need a swift kick to the throat) He gets why Im cranky. I just spent the day getting thrown up on, washing crap streaks out of underwear, cleaning a house that daily looks like a dog with lint, dried mud, and random strings come in and shook like crazy, been cried at for half the day by two psycho midgets that at this point Im pretty sure are part octopus, cooked for a gang of people that never ever on any day other than the day we order pizza am I going to please everyone, repeat the same stuff over and over not to just one child but to 10(feels like some days all I do is gripe but when you divide what I have said by 10 then its average), step on lego, trip over shoes at the front door, listen to moaning and complaining about everything you can imagine, run in and out of the house enough that the HOA is investigating us for running a Taxi service from our address, broken up enough fights that I have enough for a resume to ref Pro boxing, and all on a few hours sleep.(sleep deprived since Winter 1995) The man gets that Im cranky and grouchy and that Im not really telling him off Im just venting so I dont end up on the 6 oclock news. He gets what I have put my body threw having his 10 children and how little sleep I actually have had this life time. I dont think most men get that. A woman having a growing a child isnt an easy thing. I know some of us make it look simple and easy. It is not. For nine months(more like 10) you never have a moment that you feel well rest. Just doesnt happen. You feel sick to your stomach a lot and just the smell/mention of some foods sends you running to the toilet. There will be no drinking and good times for you because you cant but you are expected to go with a smile and have fun anyhow even though youd rather be on the couch with someone rubbing your feet. you get to walk with an arched back for months. Try that one on for size and put 20-30 pounds (if not more) on your front. This is just the tip of the iceberg. Most men take all this crap and more for granted. Its not easy making people. Nick gets it though. Otherwise we wouldnt have enough people to start out own compound. When he comes home and Im not showered, no make-up, hair like I woke up with, and wearing last nights lounge pants and a shirt that looks like I was strapped to a tree so the neighbor kids could throw food at me...he still treats me like Im a princess and that Im beautiful. He doesnt judge me. When I say I want to go do something...no matter what it is..he says sure because he just wants to spend time with me. Even if what I want to do is something he considers stupid or is something there is no way hed do if he just had random free time. He works...a lot. Long hours with not always the adequate amount of sleep. He helps with the kids. He does the gross stuff when I cant stomach it. Ill let you fill in those blanks on your own. He does the super hard stuff. Like taking the lions share of staying with Anthony in the hospital because I couldnt handle it. Not proud of that. I just emotionally had to be in denial for a few years to get threw when we had to live the nightmare. I did what I could and when I couldnt he stepped up to handle it. No judgement from him. He supports me when I go on these crazy ventures. Like when I went all nuts scrapbooking and had large groups of women at the house all the time. That one is still going on. A little birdie(his sister) suggested I start scrapbooking because I was lonely and bored. Or the time I decided that I would do furniture and filled the house, 2 horse stables, and 2 storage rooms full of furniture to redo. About 300 pieces of furniture. Oh and when I needed a delivery man because it took off like crazy...you guessed it...Nick was my go to guy. (that one is still lingering as well) Hes supportive no matter what crazy crap I conjure up. So, yes, I dont freakin get it when I meet women who cant go do stuff or cant do the stuff they want at home, or never get to leave the kids to take a deep breath on their own, or getting their husband to pitch in around the house for simple stuff. Im a lucky girl. So for everyone who doubted that we should get married or be together...I would just like to point out that you were terribly wrong and under estimated what we were made out of. They are just kids they said. This is never going to work they said. There isnt one single person that I can think of that 100% thought we were really going to make this thing work. Im thankful I didnt listen to them and I didnt let them sway me. In 10 days we will have our 20 year anniversary. I do realize I have a special person to spend my life with. There are reminders all around me that hes one of a kind and they just dont make them like him very often. Men in general suck. (sad but true) A lot of women ask me how I do it. I do it because I have him.
Posted on: Sat, 20 Sep 2014 16:56:24 +0000
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