As a working mom, weekends are precious, protected time with my family.
I look forward to the mornings I don’t have to rush around the house, trying to get everyone dressed and packed, and to limitless possibilities of playing outdoors, meeting up with friends, or just relaxing at home. There are plenty of Saturdays where it’s just the kids and I while my husband is working overtime. It is fairly uncommon for it to be the other way around – me having to give up time on the weekend to work, while my husband takes care of the boys. But recently I had two Saturdays in a row that contained full-day work events. So, I kissed my family goodbye and went on my way, knowing that my husband could manage the boys.
What I didn’t expect was the response I got when I mentioned that my husband was home with the boys. People at the event were aghast! Your husband is home alone with the kids for the ENTIRE DAY?! What a terrific dad.
Well, yes, he is a terrific dad; but he is also an adult. perfectly capable of caring for his children for an afternoon. Heck, I do it all the time and I doubt my husband hears how much of a saint I am!
I’m not sure why, but I added into the conversation that he was taking the boys to a birthday party. Now, if the idea of my husband home alone with the kids wasn’t enough for him to earn his Dad of the Year award, this tidbit of info was! You would’ve thought my knight-in-shining-armor was teaching our kids a second language while building homes for shelter puppies by the looks on these people’s faces! And here I was, thinking that sending them to a party would make my husband’s day easier by keeping the kids busy and tiring them out. I know that’s been the case when I’ve taken my kids to one of the dozens of parties we’ve gone to over the years. Me:dozens, hubby:1
I really do appreciate my husband, and all the work he does in and out of the home; but does he deserve a gold star for wrangling the boys for a day in my absence? No. If I can do it without a parade in my honor or a badge of courage, so should he.
Am I also a hypocrite because I worry he will have a more difficult time and do everything I can to organize things for when I’m away? Yep, sure am. Prior to leaving that day, I packed a backpack of snacks, diapers, a change of clothes and a gift bag for the present. So I guess I am also a part of the problem.