3 – 8:15 pm.
5 – 9:15 pm.
3:30 – 9:15 pm.
This has been my husband’s schedule for the past few days. Me working in the mornings, coming home, saying good-bye to him, going to pick up my son from preschool, and coming home to take care of the kids for the night.
We are grateful he has found a job. It is going to help us financially. But it’s still difficult to adjust to a new routine. I’m not complaining. I’m just contemplating our situation now.
Just hours before he got the new job, we were discussing how to take better care of one another. We decided that at least once a week we would make an effort to spend some time together, whatever that meant. But we haven’t committed to it.
I’d like us to try, and if that doesn’t work, to try again. Cause it’s so easy to lose each other in the mess of things. It’s so easy to let it slip, to let it fade, to forget that moment in the day where you show your appreciation to the other for all that they do.
And I’m trying, I really am. I’m trying to do the best I can do, taking care of myself, getting enough sleep, in addition to reading to the kids, bathing them, feeding them, cuddling them. Being patient as much as p0ssible. But it is hard. And I do lose my patience.
Just the other day I needed to walk away. Just walk away from the shouting, the whining, the screaming. I love my kids – but they were just getting on my last nerve. I had to leave it all with him and just say, “excuse me before I lose it.” I calmed down. I came back.
I know this is just the stresses we deal with in the life of this world. I know that Allah grants me rewards for everything I do for the family. I do it with the intention of pleasing Allah. I know Allah is with me, guiding me each step of the way.