My poor husband is so incredibly supportive. I haven’t been able to sleep and he is doing everything he can to try to fix it. He slept on the couch so I would have more space and quiet. In the morning, he came in to get me up, and he was wearing an Amy Grant shirt I hadn’t seen since 7th grade. It really caught me off guard. Through bleary eyes, I asked him where he got it. He grouchily advised me not to ask. My half asleep self could not find peace without understanding how this shirt made it back into my life, and I unwisely pressed further. He said the night before, he locked our bedroom door to make sure no kids joined me during the night. He got the boys up to go potty in the middle of the night, and one of them peed all over him. He was soaked, but didn’t want to unlock the bedroom door to get new clothes, because it would wake me. So, he walked around hoping it would dry. He finally realized it wouldn’t. So, as he put his wet clothes into the washer, he noticed the rags above, and found one that fit him. And it was the Amy Grant concert shirt I got back in 7th grade. I thought it was so funny, but the challenges of the morning had already turned him sour, so there was no laughing.
I’m bummed when he gets pushed so hard he can’t laugh, but I’m so thankful for all that he does. I know it’s too much work for two people. It won’t always be like this.