Lord knows my husband tries…and not only does he try, he succeeds. He is a husband who is more than willing to do a pile of dishes when needed, he is a dad who looks forward to spending time with his kids and cherishes his family. So by no means am I downplaying the man that I am so blessed to call my husband, but he is no wife!
In my next life I will be able to just play with my children. I will not be distracted by their dirty finger nails that need to be cut as they point to the pictures in the book we are reading together. I will not see the cobwebs in the corner as I crawl around on the floor with the baby or worry about digging out the box of 12 month clothing stored away while dressing him for his day. I will not stress about tights with no holes in the knees or bobby pins or glitter hair spray the morning of my daughters dance recital. I will not know what is on the hot lunch menu or if my middle child remembered to bring an item for show and tell. I will not have my mind full of play dates, sports schedules and doctor appointments.
In my next life I will sleep like a log and be baffled by the look of death I get when I ask…..”did the baby wake up last night?”
In my next life I will not understand how something like trimming beard hairs over the freshly cleaned bathroom sink could raise somebody’s blood pressure.
In my next life I will not feel guilty about taking time for myself and when I return from that time I will look forward to a home cooked meal, bathed children who have their homework done and surely a good old romp in the sack to round out my day.
In my next life….well…..I hope I get a wife!