sick and tired. thats us. the whole mob. sick and tired. We're all only just getting better. So i travelled home quite late this evening after a looong day and a late work function knowing i would walk through the door not only at 'that time' but under less than optimal conditions. 'That time'is the time we usually negotiate our way through as a couple; dinner prep, post school queries and bath and bed time for the bean. I had a small sense of dread as I neared home after saying goodbye to R who was going home to peace and quiet; her kids being twenty somethings with independent lives. My 'old' tape was playing in my head; memories of my ex husbands parenting style dragging my stomach to places i thought i had left behind. So I really didnt relish walking in the door this first time after leaving S the full gamut of the night time routine, especially knowing he was quite unwell today.
In and of itself its no biggie, but before I met S, he had done no cooking for 25 years, no house duties for 25 years. He lived the traditional model to a T so today may have been a stretch on an organisational level. But, i opened the kitchen door to domestic bliss. Pots steaming on the stove, wine in the fridge, baby bath being emptied by a smiling bloke in black. The only 'noise' was B2 running to the door with a 'hello mummy' and the bean happily playing in his pjs in the lounge. The tape of chaos, tears and lots of stress hit rewind and erase.
I havent stopped telling the bloke just how appreciative i am and how novel this feels. I think i can say he's worked it out.
ps. went upstairs to find my pile of clean knickers and socks folded on the end of the bed. swoon.