Husband's been in the middle of another crunch at work. These times come around every 3 months or so. Times where he needs to work till 9 PM, and then setup a makeshift office on the kitchen table when he gets home. And weekends are filled with deadlines for him too.
In the past, I know I've been less than mature about his overtime. To be fair, it's exhausting taking care of the kids 24/7. But he's an awesome guy and works insanely hard for our family. And so this time around I've resolved to try and be more supportive. The kids and I got him a gift card to Corner Bakery so he could grab a decent meal at the train station. We drove him into work Sat. and Sun. so he wouldn't have to deal with weekend commuter schedules. And I've been trying to have the kids call him at work when they miss him so they aren't so bummed about it all.
But this past week was especially intense for both of us. Son had a horrid stomach flu and needed to sit on my lap or vomit on my lap all day. Daughter, well she's 3. And frankly even a good day with a 3 year old is still a day with a 3 year old.
Then after a week of nutty overtime, husband stayed up till 1 AM to wet vac our flooded basement last night. Trying to save the carpeting we could barely afford to install in the first place. Then it flooded again today undoing all the work.
So after putting the kids to bed this evening I decided I would clean the house, scrub the bathroom and make an apple cake. (Don't get too impressed, it was mix from TJ Maxx). That way husband would come in the door and instead of seeing a hurricane of a house and wild eyed wife - he would get a a serene, good smelling environment. With cake!
9:45 PM, Husband enters the house.
Me: Hi! I made you a cake. Do you want some cake?
Husband: (Sitting down). Um? Maybe later.
5 minutes later...
Me: Boy I'm full. Too much of that cake. But it's such good cake. Amazing really.
5 minutes later....
Me: You getting up? Gonna get some of that cake I made for you?
Husband: No. I don't think so.
Me: Eat the fucking cake.