The other night I was a bit of a frazzled mess. I was cooking dinner for my family as usual and just felt exhausted. As I was cooking, I started thinking about how crazy our weeks are.
After working all day I rush home to get dinner started and have about 20 minutes to get something on the table. My son usually walks in missing me and wants me to hold him. He’s also usually hungry. It’s a mad dash every night to get dinner on the table. I don’t think I really breathe until it’s done and then I hold my breath again waiting to see if he’s going to eat it or reject it.
Our week is just one big busy fest and a minute to exhale would be greatly appreciated. I think it was all starting to get to me a bit. Then, out of no where my husband looked over at me and said “good job”. He had no idea what was going on in my head. He was focused on keeping our son occupied while I prepared dinner. His words could not have come at a better time though! I appreciate that he recognizes my efforts and acknowledges them. It lifted my shoulders a bit and put things in perspective. I do all that I do for my family and it’s nice to know that it doesn’t go unnoticed. It brings to mind this oldie but goodie from India Arie. Enjoy!