Every Mom Needs A Wife...And A Handsome Handyman

I don't know why it takes me so long to write...yes, I do. I'm usually exhausted by evening time, which is when I have a minute to sit down and turn on the computer. I don't have the physical or mental energy to write anything. I've loads of thoughts swirling around my head, some of which actually make sense. But I'm too tired to type.

I spend all of my glorious days playing with and taking care of John and Joseph. Both of my little munchkins are so easy to be around, so happy, such smiling laughing children. I have no complaints. I LOVE being home every day with my boys. Even John's really really really loud and long "Nnnnnnoooo!!!" doesn't bother me. He's good at saying it, it sounds funny, I smile or laugh whenever he says it, shake my head, then proceed to do the very thing he doesn't want. He knows the routine now, but still needs to shout out "no" really long and loud. He will even smile a bit afterward, 'cause I truly think he thinks it's funny. And it gets him nowhere.

I'm tired, though, because I do this all day and night, every day and night. I don't ever get a break. EVER. My husband comes home from work, and now I have three boys to look after, who need my attention. He needs more attention, usually, than the other two. Which is hard and strange. When he is gone, we have routine and calm and peace and music and laughter and creative, fun dinners. When he is home, we have chaos and restlessness and loud talking and shouting and teasing and tickling until we cry and no music and yucky meat for dinner (which he never likes, which I never get right for him). He will, on occasion, empty and/or fill the dishwasher, or take out the garbage. That's about it. And that's easy stuff I can do and do do all the time. However, all of the things that need to be fixed around the house or all of the heavy stuff that is hard for me to do NEVER gets completed by my husband. And if I ask more than once, I'm called a "nag". So, I have decided to ask once and only once. Then, I make my list and call the handsome handyman I have found. He charges $25 per hour and usually takes 4 or 5 hours to complete ALL of the chores that has taken my husband 3 months not to do. The guy even took the broken doorknobs home to work on at night while he was watching tv, so as to not charge me. Awesome! I did give him a tip and he said he'd come back anytime I had more stuff to do.

So now, I'm vigilant. Anything that does not work or look right, I put on my list. In a week or two, I'm calling my handsome handyman to come save me from my broken-down house. If I get desperate, I'll break things myself. Hey, it's someone other than a three-year-old and seven-month-old to talk to. I have a reason to tidy the house. Oh...and to put on lipstick.