Check out the email forward at the end of this message--it so applies to your situation! :)
My husband is a doctor and works long hours too, but he will tell anyone that I could do his job, but he couldn't do mine. You need to leave your child with your husband for a weekend while you hit the road--even if you just go spend the night in a local hotel. I wouldn't leave specific instructions for him, but I would leave a list of things you would do around the house those two days or two days during the week (laundry, grocery store, cleaning list, etc.). Because it's one thing to play alone with your kid for a couple of days, but it's something else to take care of your child AND the rest of life too. My husband has enough experience to know that while what I do sometimes seems like play (playgroup, trips to the park, etc.), I make up for with cooking dinner, running baths, getting kids in and out of the car, bed time, and all that. It's different work than what he does, but it's work nonetheless. My husband is on call certain days of the week, but I am on call 24-7--and so are you. Enjoy the email below. --Another Durham Mom :)
What Do You Do All Day?
A man came home from work and found his three children outside, still in their pyjamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the house and there was no sign of the dog.
Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall.
In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing.
In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.
He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened.
He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls. As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pyjamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went.
He looked at her bewildered and asked, 'What happened here today?'
She again smiled and answered, 'You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world I do all day?'
'Yes,' was his incredulous reply.
She answered, 'Well, today I didn't do it..'