Unexpected Surprises

I returned home last night tired, sickly and ready for bed. I enjoyed my time away but want to get back into the swing of things at home. On the plane ride my son became “that child.” You know the one, “that child” that screams and cries incessantly for the duration of the plane ride. I blame it on being tired and ready to return home but my son sent three passengers to find other seats and a grandmother came visiting with candy and cookies in hand. While I do try to keep processed sugar away from Mekhi I took the lesser of two evils and gave him the cookies that he delightfully enjoyed. And if so much as a whimper escaped his lips? Cookies were offered again. As much as I hate to admit it, sugar was the magic charm for this trip.

I have to admit that I wondered what the people around me were thinking. But I quickly stopped worrying about it as I talked myself down from jumping out of the nearest plane door. Self – preservation was more important then worrying about other people. I convinced myself that my son exhibited the normal behavior of an overtired toddler confined to a small space. And while all was not right in my world, armed with this knowledge I was able to continue the flight stress free.

God must have been smiling down on us because the tailwind shaved a cool 30 minutes off of our flight time. Upon arrival I phoned my husband and let him know of this development and surprisingly I was not annoyed that he had planned his departure for an on time (not early) arrival so I had to wait with toddler in tow. To put this in context - I abhor waiting for people. I would just as soon leave my car at the airport for multiple days then wait for a pick-up. But today I was cool, calm and collected.

Once my husband arrived our journey was not over. We had to make a pit-stop that took us past our home and added 30 minutes to our trip. Having been forewarned I was fine with the detour and even when I hit traffic I still remained cool.

I am so happy that I did.

When I walked into my home with a now sleeping baby I was greeting with a magnificent sight. My kitchen was spotless and the floor that needed mopping 3 weeks ago – what? Was cleaner than a baby’s bottom. My master bath is clean as a whistle too. And I am ecstatic. I have been asking my husband for a cleaning service forever but it has not gone over well. It seems like he decided to take matters in his own hands and I am eternally grateful.

And you know what? There was icing on this cake. Food, glorious food was in the fridge. I did not have to stop for quick takeout. My oh so thoughtful husband stocked the place with my favorite quick cook dishes.

So hubby, this one is for you. THANK YOU for caring enough to make my life easier. I may not say it often but just remember I APPRECIATE YOU. I LOVE YOU. And you are a great father.