This morning I looked in the mirror and realized that the reflection back was looking beat up. In the middle of the night, Lindy had been throwing up and had retreated to the pullout couch in our living room. She’s not been doing very well the last few weeks and is exhausted most of the time. Her migraines are managed, but the fatigue is still an issue. I’m Mr. Mom when I’m home.
The three kids awoke at their normal full-throttle speed today – 120 mph. Two-year-old twins have a way of creating their own little “environment of chaos” wherever they go. It’s a funny/crazy way to start the day. A half a gallon of milk and ¼ jar of peanut butter later, I found myself dry-shaving in front of the mirror in the dining room. Thankfully, Lindy’s Mom showed up to help us this morning and would take the twins to her house and get Brooklyn off to school. Our support team is our strongest asset; without help, we’d be in further chaos.
Lindy and I were talking a lot about things last week. She pointed out that there’s times where I just need to get out and take time for myself. I’ll be completely honest; I’ve not been doing that. With the kids going off during the day to be cared for by others, I feel guilty dropping them off or having someone else watch them at night. There are plenty of offers for help; it’s not that. I just can’t bring myself to leave everyone to have “me” time. I’m a crucial part of the team; and the team needs me now more than ever—there’s no I in team.