This summer was, well a rough one. And not with the kids or our families or anything. I can blame my job one hundred percent for the rough summer. Okay well maybe not 100%, but I'm giving it a good 98% then.
My company has been building a new commercial building and re-skinning a smaller building and parking garage. They open this fall. All of it! And we are struggling to get it all done in time. This summer my life was my job. When I was at work I was working as fast as possible and always having things fall through the cracks. When I was home I was checking emails or making mental check lists or stressing about funding and change orders. It was awful.
I handled it okay for the majority of the summer but I think I lost my mind a few weeks ago and haven't been able to keep anything together. And my sweet husband is the best about it. He has just been stepping in and taking over everything I have let slip through the cracks.
Two weeks ago he called me up to tell me he had booked me a massage for that night and that he was leaving work early to get the kids and would take care of them for the night so I could have a break. He let me crash a few Sundays ago and sleep most of the day while he took care of the kids and cooked dinner by himself. Last night I picked up the kids, hit Walmart and then got home to find that Matt had made dinner, cleaned up the house and had laundry already going.
It's things like that which really make me grateful that I am married to Matt. It's difficult with both of us working and trying to balance our jobs and our family and I'm so glad I don't have to figure it out by myself. He is such a great husband and I'm so lucky to have him.
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