I thought nothing more of it until yesterday, when Paul and I were having the "what has to happen tomorrow?" talk and he realized that no matter how we sliced it, he was going to end up with Luke and dropping off the big kids at VBS while I took the little girls to Shriners. He asked me to make him a bag. (Because you need a diaper bag to roll through the church parking lot and let the older kids jump out, it seems.) I stepped into the closet to fetch a bag and discovered... [wait for iiiiiiit!] a broken hangar on the floor.
"Who does he think is going to throw away this broken hangar? The hangar fairy?" I thought as I stepped over it on my way out of the closet. And then it hit me. I am the hangar fairy. I am going to throw the broken hangar away. I'm not going to leave it on the floor "to teach him a lesson" like I might have in my younger years. I'm not going to rampage about how, with all I do around here, I don't need to be picking up after him, too.
That's the give and take in marriage. He has been so patient with me since I've been sick. He's taken on so much, when I know he's almost as tired as I am. It's not going to hurt me to throw away the hangar. Honestly, being the hangar fairy is a small price to pay for the way he called overseas and reassured me when I was freaking out about how delayed Luke is.
It's amazing how life experience changes your perspective. When Zach was born, I lived in a tiny little studio apartment. And what week do you suppose they picked to reroof it? Yes, the week after we got out of the hospital. Oh, how I fumed! How inconsiderate! You know what? It didn't help a bit.
Shortly before I left for China, developers started clearing the field behind our house for construction. Nowadays, come nap time, there are the beep beep beeps of backup alarms, the thrum of large engines, guys hollering at each other, all outside my bedroom window. I'm so exhausted, I don't even care. If I can get both babies to sleep, I happily join them.
Each of my children has taught me different lessons. While I'm still mildly terrified of what I have yet to learn from mothering Luke, I can already see things to be thankful for. It's disappointing that he's incapable of feeding himself, of course, but this has allowed the big kids to have their Legos out without the fear of a typical 2 year old coming along and eating/destroying them. I think if Paul had had to chase a running toddler around the house the last few days, that might have been the last straw.
While I sit here, in the Shriners waiting room, happily writing, with my two cute girls confined to the double stroller (we dropped Hannah's leg off upstairs), he's going to brave taking our enigmatic little screamer to Costco to restock the bare fridge. I absolutely think I got the better end of the deal. I'll take being the hangar fairy any day.
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