Franglo

Monday’s are ridiculously early for me, I am up at 5:30 and out the door shortly after that. I was preparing my breakfast and while I was waiting for it to cook, I realized that I left my car on the road last night.

My nomadic life includes loading multiple bags for the week in Ottawa. It would be easier to load the car if it was in the driveway. I am preparing to grab my shoes and I look out and realize my spouse had moved my car back into the driveway for me. For that moment, my heart melted a little bit.

Now I know you are probably thinking, really that is all it takes to make her happy, set the bar a bit higher Girl. This weekend for us was insane and there were moments when we wanted to kill each other.

Friday night I got home later as I had a work commitment in Ottawa that finished at 5 pm. I walked in the door after 7 pm, to the craziness. He had a difficult evening with the kids, so he was thankful to see me but exhausted.

Saturday was the usual insanity, I am up early for school and out the door. The kid’s activities take up the better part of the afternoon and evening. We had no food in the house, so he had to do the Costco run in the morning.

School got out early because Concordia was unable to turn off the heat in the classrooms, it was 16 degrees outside and probably 30 in the classroom. We were all melting and I needed a margarita but this did give me some time to get a few errands done.

The oldest has a birthday this week, so the ingredients needed to be acquired for the birthday dinner request (sushi) and cake needed to be bought because there was no time to bake.

Saturday night I finished making the dinner he started, it was on the table for 7:30 when the activities ceased. Saturday night was more family drama with exhausted kids. It’s difficult for them to go back and forth between houses with two parents that have two very styles. My spouse has the patience of a saint but sometimes kids need boundaries to be set and they let him know that.

Sunday was the most insane day of all. I was the uber driver, spending the entire morning shuffling kids between cheerleading, parkour and the storage unit. He picked up our moving van and headed to the storage unit to put all our possessions back into the basement.

Lots of speeding back and forth to almost successfully get the kids to their activities online. He successfully moved most of the contents into our basement with a bit of help from the kids. There was a miscommunication around lunch, I thought he was ordering and he thought I was picking up. So at 1:30 we have hungry kids and no food. I am annoyed, he is tired and we are trying to microwave frozen leftovers to try and solve the problem. The two of us did the last few big pieces and he returned the truck.

My other half cannot handle clutter, so his anxiety levels were through the roof looking at all the stuff in boxes taking up the entire basement. He was upset because his vision for the week had him up late unpacking boxes. We are hosting the family for Easter, and we needed this space. I knew it would all fit, I could see the final picture. I told him that I love you but you need to not be here. I ventured downstairs and started unpacking one box at a time and slowly everything had a place. On his to-do list for the week, re-assembling the couch, sorting his tools, and finding the cord to the TV. His anxiety levels came down by 90% – mission accomplished.

The last of the craziness, preparing sushi for dinner, celebrating a birthday, and then I had to pack for an early departure the next day.

So, him moving my car, was him thinking about me and making my morning a little bit easier after a truly insane, exhausting weekend.