I think daddies get better with age...

Why do I say that? This past two weeks have been a little on the rough side for me. Right before I left for vacation, I got a sinus infection. I thought I was better because my head didn't hurt like somebody was hitting me with a frying pan. But, I was still pretty tired during our trip and after I got back. When I got back, I was pretty overwhelmed with a needy toddler, a clingy 7 year old, and a whole lot of backlogged work from my other employment job. Then the sore throat started last Friday. I could feel it creeping up and I knew that Timmy was sick with it... I knew it was coming, but I was really trying to pretend like it wasn't. The sore throat arrived, followed by the the whole rest of the garbage that comes with a cold. I was/am plain tired. Sebastian also got a whopper of a rash at the beginning of the week. He was up each night at least once because it hurt. I worked really late each night because that is when I get the most done. So how does this bring me to "daddies get better with age"? Because, we have had our kids in 3 different decades of our life. We had Timmy in our teens and while Tim was a really great teenage dad, he didn't always get "it". He loved us and did the very best an 18 year old could possibly have done. There were just those times when he didn't really understand where to pitch in and help. Next, we had Savannah in our twenties. Almost a full 10 years later. This time he was even better. He actually changed a few more diapers and even did a few baths here and there. He would play with her to give me a break to work on employment work or cook, etc. He was really a great dad. Finally, we had Sebastian in our thirties. Another 6 years later. This time around he just gets "it". He knows that I am constantly busy. He knows that Sebastian in by far the neediest of our kids. He knows that I am only human and sometimes I just get tired. He knows that I am worrying about a whole lot of family members at the moment and feel the pressure on my shoulders. He sees that and he helps. The other night, I didn't have my car because Timmy had it. My friends, Vickie and Susie were having "Mom Time". I had been working A LOT on a new work project and he came home, got the extra carseat out of the shed, put it in his car and sent me over to just hang out with them. As tired as I was, I felt a lot better when I got back and went back to working. That night Sebastian was up a lot. The next morning, he was up at 6am. Usually, he stays in bed till 9am. I really need that morning time. Tim was getting ready for work and asked if there was anything he could do. I hate to admit that I told him to "shoot me and put me out of my misery!" Thankfully, he didn't. Instead, he went in and rubbed Sebastian's back for about an half hour and calmed him down and back to sleep. Last night, Sebastian was up a lot again. When Tim heard him this morning, he told me to go back to sleep. He got him and put him in the shower. Then he got him and Savannah dressed and took them to McD's to eat breakfast and play. I got to sleep till 10am! All of these things may sound really small and not so important, but for me they are HUGE! If I don't say it enough, I love my husband!