Today is the last day of the Easter holidays. You can tell that in our house because all five of us are slobbing out on the sofas, in front of the TV, watching something that looks as if it’s Total Wipeout for children – and none of us can be bothered to switch over to something more highbrow. I’m not watching it, honest. Except I just caught a glimpse of a woman dressed as WonderWoman. Shame she’s clearly way too young to remember the original series.
During this holiday, The Husband has taken the children shopping more times than his sanity should be able to cope with, accompanied us on a Matzo ramble, taken one of our children to a gym competition (he came fourth out of four but did incredibly well considering it was his first competition), taken them all swimming, to to the cinema, to a local stately home type thingy with grottos and interesting footpaths (and a cafe, the most important element of all) and to a local park, where all the equipment was wet and it started to rain. He’s supervised the consumption of vast amounts of chocolate, mediated arguments and sometimes physical fights about whose turn it is on the computer/wii/tv/iPhone/laptop, not all just within the family, saved the cats from being ‘cuddled’ rather too enthusiastically (you’d think they could save themselves but they are incredibly soppy cats), and somehow managed to keep all five of us adequately fed and in reasonably clean clothes.
And I went to work. I got paid for sitting in a calm and peaceful office, talking to adults, and messing around with data, which is up there with eating chocolate in the list of my favourite things to do. I couldn’t do his job. We know this because I was a housewife for quite some time, and not only was I just not very good, but I really didn’t enjoy it. And he couldn’t do my job. We know this because he worked in an office for 15 years, hating it more and more every day, until the inevitable happened and he got ‘let go’ for being unable to hide his contempt for stupid rules (who wears ties these days?? Really??) and even stupider bosses.
I’m so incredibly grateful to The Husband for working as hard as he does for my family. And the last day of the holidays is usually the day when I’m most grateful of all.