I don't know if you've noticed, but I try not to complain about Husband here on the blog (or anywhere for that matter). For one thing, he doesn't give me much to complain about. For another, I just think it would be disrespectful. But I also realized that perhaps I don't talk about him positively enough either. So I will.
He had his knee "scoped" last week to remove a tear in his meniscus. He was out most of Wednesday sleeping off the drugs. Thursday and Friday he was awake more, but obviously still limited in his activity. So pretty much everything kid and house related fell to me. Of course I've done this when he has been on retreats, but his inability to help like he usually does really hit home this time. I was still able to leave little kids home while I ran around to our various obligations. He did still have to clean up vomit one time because I wasn't home. I think I noticed more this time because we are just doing so much these days.
We work together to keep things going in our house. When people ask me how I do it I try to remember to say I have a helpful husband first. Husband changes diapers, he does dishes, he referees sibling disputes, he plays catch, he tells stories, he does whatever needs doing. Last night he didn't even blink an eye when I left to have coffee with a friend even though it would mean handling bedtime solo. I'm blessed.
We're a team. That's how we do it. I'm so glad.