My Superman

[jacobsmommy0828]

My husband must be secretly superman.  I marvel at how he  does so much for me and the baby, for his friends, for work, for church, and for family.  He is constantly being pulled in a hundred different directions, and somehow he always seems to come out on top just fine.  Yesterday was a crazy busy day and he impressed me once again.

 

The day starts out pretty normal.  He wakes up pretty exhausted, the baby woke up at around 4:30am and cried for a while and then went back to sleep only to wake up again in another hour to repeat the process.  He gets ready to go to work, and as he is just about to leave the baby wakes up.  He kisses me and the baby goodbye and leaves for work.  At work, he tells me later, that he had a rough day.  He is trying to get the other members on his team to do their share of the work so that he can finally complete his section.  His day is long and frustrating.  As he finally drives home he gets a call from his sister who tells him that his parents need help moving furniture into a U-Haul.  They are planning to fill the U-Haul with his other sister's things and drive to Utah where she is now living.  He comes and tells me he has to leave after dinner so that he can help his parents.  I sigh and tell him that I am exhausted, the baby had skipped his afternoon nap and was super cranky.  He tells me that when he comes back from his parents he will watch the baby so that I can relax and take a nap if I want.  He sets up his computer to start downloading a t.v show that I like.  I start cooking some bacon, and he starts grilling the hamburger patties and toasting the buns for the bacon cheeseburgers that we are are having for dinner.  In between grilling he starts to set up a large iron gate on the back walk that we had sitting on the side of the house.   After we have dinner  I tell him that he needs to call the hotel that we are staying at in Utah to see if they have cribs for the baby to sleep in.  After four frustrating phone calls, lots of searching on the Internet he finally discovers that they don't have cribs. We make a plan, I'll drive to the store and by an inexpensive play yard that we can pack into the U -Haul to send up to Utah so that we will have a play yard for the baby when we get there.  Then we can just leave it there with family when we fly home. He dishes up some ice cream for dessert and offers to make me some too (I decline). 

 

Afterwards we pack up the baby and I drop him off at his parents. As I drive around to a couple of different stores looking for a cheap play yard, he begins to pack the truck full of boxes and furniture.  He carefully packs everything tight so that they will have plenty of room for all of his sister's things.  I call him complaining that I can't find a cheap play yard and that I'm going to try one more store.  He continues to pack and discovers that they are going to have too much empty space in the U-haul and he now needs to repack everything so that it won't slide around.  I call him again and tell him that we are just going to have to fly back with a play yard as luggage on the airplane because I can't find any cheap play yards (by now I'm frustrated because the baby is tired and cranky, and I've had to nurse in the car.).  I drive to my moms and grab her play yard and head back to pick up my husband.  When I get to my in-laws my husband tells me that it turns out that his sister has way too much stuff.  When he thought that they had packed most of her things and the U-haul was only partly filled it turned out that there was still a roomful of things in the house.  He also tells me that tomorrow he will have to go to his parents house and clean up the dog poo in the backyard, after work.  I remind him that tomorrow he has school after work and he has to present his final project, he won't have time to come over to his parents.  He notices the new toy that I bought for the baby but says nothing about the fact that he didn't need it, or the fact that it was the second new toy I had bought that day (I bought them for the plane ride this weekend to Utah).    So we leave his parent's house, leaving behind his mother full of anxiety because they still have a whole roomful of his sitser's things not packed and his father is frustrated because he has to pick up the dog poo himself.  The baby is crying in the backseat because it is now about 7:45pm and about 45 minutes past his bedtime. 

As we arrive home I start complaining about the stores and my in-laws.  He changes the baby into his pajamas and gets him ready for bed.  He offers to put the baby down, but I tell him that I'll do it. He calms my concerns about having the fan on in the baby's room. As I put the baby down he does some pull ups and checks out the computer (which is still uploading a show for me).  We finally settle down in front of the t.v. to watch the season finale of House.  As we sit there watching t.v. he gets a phone call from his dad thanking him for helping with all of the moving and double checking again to see if he can pick up the dog poo.  Just a few minutes later my hubby gets a call from my brother asking him him for help on setting up his evaporative cooler. My hubby talks him through it and troubleshoots over the phone to discover that their pump is broken.  About halfway through the season finale my husband gets another call this time from my aunt asking for help in loading her rototiller into her trailer so she can take it into be repaired the following day.  He heads out and misses the the last half of House to help my aunt. He later tells me that he had to pick up the whole rototiller and just carry it into the back of trailer.   When he gets back he gets another phone call from my brother, and two phone calls from his sister (the one in Utah).  He helps my brother and his wife set up their cooler, and helps his sister figure out how to play music from an I pod or a computer on a CD player (through the auxiliary inputs).  As we watch the news together he tells me about a story that they are covering on the news about a 5 year old who was attacked by a cougar (or some other kind of animal).  Of course being the emotional spazz that I am I start crying over the story.  He calms me down and makes me some food.  As we go to bed I ask him to check out the fan in our bedroom, I want to make sure it is working properly because it is so hot.  I also have him open up the windows and adjust the curtains.  Neither of us sleep well during the night and the baby wakes up at 5am.  

 

Even after that day he wakes me up this morning with a pasisonate kiss and an offer of staying with the baby and being late to work so that I can shower in peace. I tell him to go ahead and head off for work and I just sat there for a minute and thought about how lucky I was.  He is truly a remarkable and exceptional man,and terrific first time father.  Patient, kind, handsome, willing and able to work. We have been together for 10 years, and this June will be our 5 year wedding anniversary. 

 He is my superman.

   

[truesteyes]

May. 20, 2008 at 1:08 PM you are very blessed to have such a wonderful husband

[Thomasmom0]

May. 20, 2008 at 6:00 PM What a great guy!

[aragog78]

May. 20, 2008 at 11:11 PM I don't know how he survived this day.  Why did they want him to pick up the dog poop??  Honestly if Mark can't do it himself then get rid of the dogs.  Sorry, but that just ticked both me and Doug off.  Sorry, but because of stuff like that, we don't miss being there.  We loved being around you guys, but all the last minute help the family stuff drove us nuts.  Did he have to go and reload it today?? Did they leave for Utah today??  Crazy, crazy.  You know the parents may be crazy, but they raised really awesome boys!!!