My husband has an insane amount of patience. He always has.
When we met, I thought this an amazing quality. What a great husband and father he would be, I told my starry-eyed self.
I was right. Now that he is a dad he has patience abound.
He comes home from work, happy to let the kids have one more story, one more glass of milk, ten more minutes outside, three bazillion more episodes of Dora.
Me, not so much.
There is a chance my patience has a time limit. I start every week ready to cheer them on as they brush their teeth for an hour, put on socks in the amount of time it takes me to unload and load the dishwasher and ask everyone, to do every task, at least ten million times before it is completed.
Tuesday Friday my patience reserve is depleted and when I see my husband cheerfully come home from work, ready to let the day stretch on and on, instead of counting the minutes to bedtime, wine opener in hand, I have to admit I am a bit annoyed envious.
Where does this never-ending patience come from and why has it not yet rubbed off on me?
I think I have found an answer to my question.
It’s the car ride.
One glorious hour in a car, all by himself, listening to whatever he wants on the radio and maybe even talking on the phone without anyone screaming/screeching/squealing/crying/yodeling in the background.
So I have a proposal, I would like to make an addendum to my stay-at-home mom contract.
Everyday, at the end of my work day* I would like a drive home.
Nevermind that I am already there.
I will drive mindlessly in circles, all by myself, until my sanity comes back and then return to my place of employment, refreshed and ready to watch Dora until the dvd player goes up in flames.
Now who initials my contract changes? Do they need to be able to make a capital letter?
If you could add one “benefit” to your mom contract what would it be?
*I really am not sure when the end of my “work day” is. Is there such a thing? This may be a glitch in my plan.
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