Beautiful Music

I told Ian while I was trying to get Kellen to sleep last night that I drafted a blog in my head, but "don't worry I won't post it and embarrass you." His reply? "Why not? I could use some good PR!"

I have had a long, trying week with a sick boy who is not sleeping well. I haven't probably said how good his sleeping has been in the last month. Putting him to bed is a 5 minute process and he only is up briefly once or twice a night. Not this week. Getting to sleep is closer to a 3 hr ordeal and he is up fussing too many times. After I would get him to sleep I'd fall asleep before I got any dishes or housework done, knowing that I had to get up early for work.

Last night it was 10pm when Kellen was finally sleeping. The deep breathing, although it sounded a little congested, was beautiful music to my ears. The noise in the background made it a perfect symphony - the dishes being done. I didn't even have to ask. I had heard Ian talking on the phone for a long time (mostly about hunting, of course) and then he said he should really go and help his wife who had a long week.

Ian thought my thankfulness was a little much, it was just dishes after all. No husband should underestimate the powerful statement of doing dishes. It is beautiful music to a tired, pregnant mom's ears. Okay, maybe it does sound a little exagerated when I write it, but I'm sure others out there can agree with me, right? (Especially if you don't have a dishwasher!) Anyhow, it's good to have Ian home for the weekend and Kellen seems more like himself this morning. We're off to go to the Farmer's Market!