coming back home...

[ahka]

It has been a week since I got back home from this amazing trip to Israel.  I was in a wonderful mood and happy to go home see my husband, my kids and share my wonderful energy with them.  As I walked into the house, my energy was stopped dead.  It was a total mess in the house.  There was a huge pile of dirty dishes in the sink, stuff, clothes, and toys all over the place.  The house looked dark and sad.    I just saw how much work is ahead of me.  I was a little bit upset; I was upset at my husband, yet I swallowed my anger, and started straightening up the house, toy by toy, dish by dish. 

In the process of cleaning and washing dishes, I realized that my husband was probably upset that I was on vacation without him and (I hope he is not going to be upset if I use this analogy)he was behaving just like dogs do when they are upset about being home alone and would sometimes mess up the house.  I would have been as upset too if he would've gone on such a wonderful trip without me, I wouldn't mess the house but still...  Also, I realized how important I Am in the house!!!  When I am not home, it has no soul! 

It took me all day of cleaning and cooking.  I still had a jet leg.  I crashed by 8:30pm.  I offered my daughter to go to bed with me, because I had no more energy to deal with her night routine.  She agreed but after lying with me for some time she got bored and was not sleepy yet, I allowed her to go downstairs and be with daddy and her brother.

My husband took care of putting kids to beds and I was grateful for his help.  In the morning, I drove kids to the daycare and school, stopped at the grocery store and did some shopping, came home to finish cleaning and cooking that I started the other day.  I made some French toast for my husband for breakfast and started to see and smell the light in the house.  By this moment, I liked being in my clean house with wonderful smells of the food that I was making.  I could see that if it was not for me, the house would’ve been dark and empty without a soul.

I tried and still trying to keep my excitement about the trip low key.  As appropriate, I use some of my knowledge and introduce it to my husband and kids. 

There were a few dramatic things that happened in 2 days after I got home that actually improved our relationship, one with my husband and one with my son. 

Comments

[b-zambak.livejournal.com]

какая близкая ситуация. Я когда прилетела с Молдовы, тоже убирала дом, муж мне правда вечером дал отоспаться, потому что я отучала от ГВ и валилась с ног от усталости и боли.
Но я не могу не прибраться, дом чужой, а вот приберешься, по-своему разложешь, приготовишь еду и наполнишь дом собой и своими запахами и в него приходит уют.
Это заложено в нас женщинах! Метить свою территорию и обустраивать ее, без этого она бездушная и чужая )))