I'm so very behind on blogging, and considering our latest adventure in the Roach home I have PLENTY of time to blog. I was overcome with emotion last night as I considered just how blessed my family truly is. This last week has consisted of a challenging transition for our little family. Mommy went from doing most everything for us to doing absolutely NOTHING for us. I'm not saying that I do EVERYTHING, but for most, the responsibilities of the household fall on mommy. Especially a mommy who only works two days a week, and primary job is homemaker. With that said my precious husband has stepped up to the plate, and has made me look like a sad excuse for a homemaker.
His days consist of getting up each morning, getting himself dressed, waking the kids, getting them dressed (including hair fixing and tooth brushing), breakfast, making bags for them both, loading them into the car, taking them to there "homes" for the day, and rushing into work. His day then starts as making decisions with his staff to once again help people. By this time, he usually rushes home for lunch to make sure that I'm surrounded by any kind of snack that I might need, and making me lunch. He then runs back to work and finishes out his day. From there he will usually run to the gym and get a quick workout or come home for a quick run. Then it's time to pick up the kids. Last night consisted of getting home by 5, feeding the kids a quick supper, dressing them, and rushing to soccer practice. Mind you, before he left the house he made sure I had medicines, food, drink, phone, computer, book etc. . . . . . anything that I could possibly need while he was gone. By the time he walked in the house last night following a soccer practice with a 5 year old and a 3 year old he still had a smile on his face and a pep in his step. Not as peppy but peppy none the less. Does his day stop then? Nope . . . . baths to give, snacks for the kiddos, pajamas, homework, "down time", and waiting on me hand and foot. Needless to say, when he got into the bed last night he was pooped beyond belief. He did make the comment of "it's just continuous, it never ends and keeping the house picked up by yourself is hard". I will have to admit, HONESTLY, for a split second I did have to chuckle to myself because, I've walked in those shoes many days. Then, I was overwhelmed with just how very wonderful of a man that God sent to me. When your dating and thinking of your potential spouse this is nothing that I ever thought about. Sure, I looked at Bobby and thought, "won't he be a good daddy one day", but never did I consider if he could run our entire household.