I'd written this entire post about how we've dealt with having two children. How we've sort of ended up with a makeshift 'divide and conquer' strategy, rather than the previous 'we are one' strategy that we used to have. I was going to say that I think it's terrible, and it makes me sad. But with Working Dad being sick tonight, I'm feeling the pain of not having my right hand man doing his part.
There are so many moments when we are parenting when we are focused on our children. Which, of course, as parents are almost all consuming. Especially the parents of an 'I still eat at night and need to be held because I can't walk' 7 month old baby. And though Working Dad and I do a decent job of date nights (speaking of which, the Growing Garden Gala event is this Saturday night, which is an AWESOME kosher date night if you are interested) and a decent job of trying to connect, but sometimes it feels like we haven't had any sort of real connection for days.
It's a hard thing to think about- because I fundamentally believe that the basis of good parenting is a good relationship between the two people who created the child. While I realize that's not always possible, I feel like my first obligation is to the man I married, not to the children we created. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage.
Tonight, I'm sitting here alone since Working Dad has another cold. We just can't seem to keep healthy this season. But sitting here alone isn't the sad part. It's looking around the kitchen and realizing all the little things that he usually does at night. Put away Ochos' bathtub, clean the bumbo seat. Take out the trash and clean up my mess from making dinner. He's the other half of my entire equation.
So, I think I've changed my mind about 'divide and conquer.' Sometimes it takes two to tango...or keep a house with two kids running with gas.