There are days when my current “job” is hard-ish.
Sometimes I wish for the times when I could get dressed every morning, have coffee in my office and eat lunch out with other adults at a decent restaurant.
I miss feeling like I’m contributing to something “bigger”, more substantial. More significant.
But then I snap out of it and realize that this job? The one I do day in day out at this stage in my life is THE most important and wonderful one I could possibly have.
Sure, I have a hard time getting out of my p.j.s for hours some mornings (tough life, eh?), have to re-heat my same cup of coffee eight times and have chicken nuggets for lunch. And my biggest “project” of the day might be helping kids create a chalk art masterpiece. But you know, that’s alright….
Tonight Tim walked in from work and told me that I got my “bonus” check today.
See, he’s been working HIS tail off at the job we moved here for (almost two years ago already! ACK!) pretty much every night for the last well, almost two years (sorry, it’s a blur in some ways…). But especially for the last month. He comes home pretty much every evening to help with the kids – bathing, reading to, getting ready for bed.
He goes BACK to work.
There are times when I call or text him during the day (or even at night…) almost in tears (usually at a certain time of the month. Ahem.) because our day here is not going so well. He listens and tells me it will be okay. Sometimes he comes home a little earlier if he can.
He supports me. I support him. We are a team.
He got a “little” extra bonus today for all of his hard work and he handed it over to me. He told me that I deserved it too.
I was so touched by what he did because it’s not about money. It’s about the fact that he THOUGHT to do that for me. That it’s been on his mind since he found out about this. THAT’S what it’s about.
My husband, is amazing. And I got a really awesome “bonus” the day I married him.