Today I am grateful for my spouse, S. This afternoon was one of those where, for no good reason, my tolerance for toddlerhood was at a minimum. The hours of negotiations had worn me down and I was just done by about 4:00 p.m. That was about 15 minutes before my chiropractor appointment where my child decided to stack all the child-size plastic chairs in front of the door so that exiting patrons had to traverse some sort of Sesame St. minefield. M really is an easy kid, I just couldn’t hang today.
I am grateful for S because in her, I have a true partner. I knew that I could come home, open the front door, say “I’m done” and she would pick right up where I left off. I called on the way home from the chiropractor and asked S to chop some veggies for dinner. This is not something I normally do because she is basically inept at all things culinary. (Sorry, babe. It is just the truth.) I walked through the door to water boiling for pasta, chopped veggies and a willing smile. Not only did she want to be with M because she missed him all day, but she also wanted to give me a break.
I am grateful for feeling like I am totally in this with someone else. Not just someone else, but with S. I don’t know how single parents do it. I think I would implode. I am grateful for having a partner in the true sense of the word.