Last night, you casually tossed your dirty socks and boxers onto the kitchen counter. This morning, when I reached for a cereal box to serve our eldest, Rice Krispies exploded everywhere because someone hadn’t sealed it properly.
As we rushed out the door to school, our youngest opened his water bottle, only to be drenched in seltzer. I can’t help but wonder who filled it with seltzer after I’ve explicitly said not to. And honestly, why does it take you nearly half an hour to use the bathroom? Believe me, I’ve kept track. Sometimes I worry you might have a serious bowel issue, but then I remember you’re in there scrolling through your phone while the kids are screaming. Maybe you just need a moment to breathe.
But why can’t I take 30 minutes for myself? It feels like ages since I’ve had any privacy in the bathroom, let alone half an hour to myself.
Dear husband, my list of grievances could stretch on forever—and it often does, running through my mind daily. Sometimes, I can’t help but voice them: “How many times do I have to remind you to take out the trash?” or “For heaven’s sake, can you please clean the crumbs off the counter?”
Yet, as I glance at you on the couch with our son nestled in your lap, I see you reading Green Eggs and Ham—again, for the umpteenth time. You’re utterly exhausted, having been up since 5 a.m. You slipped out while the children and I were still sleeping, caught that 5:50 train, and sleepwalked through your day. You spent hours with a classroom of teenagers who roll their eyes at you almost as much as our son does. But in between the eye rolls, you manage to connect with a few kids, helping them express their thoughts on paper and understand Shakespeare’s genius while they chuckle at your corny jokes.
When you returned home, I tossed a couple of screaming kids your way and asked you to take out the trash. And now, look at you, reading to our son, making silly animal sounds, despite being completely worn out.
It’s tough to hold onto my anger towards you when I know how hard you work. Yes, you leave your stuff everywhere and forget half of what I ask, but you’re making an effort. Just yesterday, I came back from a jog to find the house tidied up—a pleasant surprise that I hadn’t even requested.
Sure, there are times when your patience wears thin, and you snap at the kids during their relentless whining. But I notice you taking a deep breath before reacting, pausing to collect yourself instead of lashing out.
Sometimes, I wish you would strive even harder. I know your job is challenging, but mine is no walk in the park either. You leave for work at 5, while I’m up at 6:30, coaxing our two strong-willed boys to get dressed and out the door by 8 a.m. sharp. After that, I’m on duty for the next 12 hours, managing everything from household chores to my freelance career, bills, homework, and a myriad of other responsibilities that seem to multiply daily.
But this isn’t a competition. Life is demanding, and so is marriage, especially with children. Navigating these complexities and emerging intact is no small task.
Through it all, I wouldn’t choose anyone else to share this beautiful, chaotic journey with than you. You are the man I fell in love with long before responsibilities and parenthood took over our lives.
At the end of our long days, we have that rare hour together before sleep beckons. We often sit on the couch, munching on snacks while glued to our phones, too tired to engage in conversation. Yet, occasionally, I’ll look at you, and suddenly, I’m flooded with that familiar love. You meet my gaze, and I see the sparkle in your eyes that reassures me we’re okay. Our marriage may be imperfect, but it’s filled with love, and that’s what truly matters.
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In summary, despite the chaos and imperfections, love remains the foundation of our marriage. Navigating life’s challenges together, we find joy and strength in our bond.