“Do you want bath duty or dish duty?”
This is a common question in our house. Both are equally exhausting. After dinner is done, it is quickly time to move on to the other tasks of the evening. The baby needs to sleep. Mom and Dad need to do some more work. The dog needs to go out. And then Mom and Dad need to sleep.
But neither of us really want to do it. We take one for the team. I’d like to say we take turns, but it typically is a task my husband takes on. Acts of service is my love language.
So I get to play with my son in the bathtub while my husband does the dishes. We are both gone all day at work, and we both feel guilty for not spending enough time with him. Yet my husband gives me that time for mother-son bonding. We splash. We sing. We talk back and forth. We play with toys. We flip the drain stopper back and forth. I take pictures and videos. I marvel at all the small moments of wonder he gets from simply passing a toy back and forth in his hands. Bath time lasts all of fifteen minutes. Yet that time is so precious.
When we come out of the bathroom and B-line it for the towel, I look to the kitchen and see the back of my husband. He’s at the sink. Doing the dishes. I wrap my baby in his towel and we walk to the kitchen to see Daddy.
“What’s daddy doing?”
Daddy is busy being amazing right now. How quickly simple home tasks fall by the wayside in the pecking order for daily things to do. A pile of dishes could sit in the sink an entire day. Daddy knows that I need this time with you, and Daddy knows that I absolutely hate doing the dishes.
Aside from a regular mom blog, I've decided to try my hand at creative writing as well. This is my attempt to turn my feelings on ordinary moments, motherhood and life into beautiful small essays to look back on.