Tomorrow morning my husband and his brother fly out for a golf getaway in sunny Florida.
Yesterday, we had a blizzard that brought with it ravaging, arctic temperatures and well below zero wind chills, in addition to dumping over 14” of snow on us.
My husband is a hard worker, a wonderfully loving, supportive, and patient partner and father who takes very good care of us. He deserves this trip.
While I may not have a traditional job “outside of our house,” I have many responsibilities. I balance all of our schedules, handle all of our son’s school-related conferences, activities, and assignments, and manage all aspects of our household, all in addition to scheduling and attending all pediatrician appointments. I do all of the shopping, cooking, cleaning, and gift buying. If it weren’t for me, my dear in-laws would never receive Mother’s or Father’s Day Cards, much less birthday or holiday cards or gifts.
I know my fine-dining-chef needs this break after a particularly brutal holiday season at the restaurant.
However, I cannot tell a lie.
I am jealous
A bit bitter
Even a little angry.
As I packed his bag this morning, I couldn’t help but wonder, when will my turn come?