"Calgon, take me away!!!"

Being the wife of a doctor requires two things 1) a complete understanding and belief in what it is that he/she does and 2) patience.   I love my kids, I do.  They are wonderful.  I am so blessed that I get to stay home with them everyday.  But seriously everyone, and I mean everyone, needs someone else to wipe a butt every now and then.  Being the wife of a doctor in a city where you know very few people does not really allow for this.  I mean really, if we are being completely honest with one another, I just want someone else to change one poopy diaper every two days or so! Now don't get me wrong here friends, Doc will hang in there on a poopy diaper with the best of them.  So it is not that he WILL not change one, it's that he HAS not changed one.  And the has not is a result of him not being here when the time is right.  Forgive me for going on and on about it, but it has been too long since I have had a day where the only butt I had to wipe was my own, and too many days with too many butts can push a girl right over the edge. 

Do you remember that commercial when we (and when I say we I mean those of us over 30) were younger for Calgon?  It was bath salts or powder or something.  Anyway, the slogan was "Calgon take me away!!".  Do you remember?  There was always a relaxed mom, after a hard day, in the tub with suds all around her pretending that Calgon whisked her off to a beautiful island somewhere with no stress or troubles.  Seriously!?  Let me tell you something, if you are a mom, working or stay at home, short of Calgon being laced with tequila and coming with a straw, you and I both know that's not going to cut it. 

I mean a nice hot bath sounds great.  Heck, a shower by myself would be FANTASTIC.  But what person do you know with children any younger than 16 has time to sit in a bath tub for more than about 5 minutes?  There is no bath, there is no down time, heck at the age my kids are there is rarely a hot meal.  Therefore, you long for the things that are attainable, and for me that happens to be someone else changing one out of 17 poopy diapers (or so I thought until we moved to TN and started a practice).   

So here I sit, talking to you and eating trail mix with both of my clean little butts in their beds.  My sweet chiropractor is still at work, getting his butt kicked and wishing he was coming home to a yummy dinner.  Unfortunately for him, tonight that is about as realistic as my poopy diaper dream.  I just could not do it tonight.  I could not mess up my entire kitchen for him to eat at 9 o'clock, and he understood because that is the kind of husband he is, wonderful.  Wonderful with dimples, you can't beat that. 

Tomorrow is Wednesday and Wednesdays Doc is home a little early.  Who knows, maybe I will get that diaper break after all.  If not, that's okay.  I will change the diapers and I will take my showers in groups and I will (not tonight but usually) heat up his dinner when he gets home because while I am doing all of that he is doing something that I believe in with all of my heart and (most days) the Lord blesses me with just enough patience ;).

Have a great night friends.  Love and Blessings, Melanie