For Best Husband & Father ever.
If you haven't been keeping up, I'm pretty much a whiny, pregnant mess. I ache all day, and whine about it at every opportunity. Simple tasks are exhausting, and . . . yeah. You get the idea.
And Patrick - well, he has made the whole thing bearable.
Every morning, Patrick gets up and goes to the office and works his ass off to make sure we can pay the bills and eat and whatnot. He comes home from a long, stressful day, and is often greeted by a cranky wife and a wired preschooler. Most nights, he offers to make dinner, and (I hate to admit) I let him more often than not.
After dinner, he makes me a cup of cocoa, and then takes over child-entertaining almost exclusively until bedtime. He does bath, because it's uncomfortable for me to sit in the bathroom. He does bedtime because it's almost impossible for me to get up off the floor next to Miles' bed. He does all of this without complaint, and indeed with more enthusiasm and fun than I can say. Where he gets the energy, I'll never know.
After Miles is in bed, Patrick comes to make sure I'm comfortable for the night. If I need a shower, Patrick will set up a stool in the tub for me, so I can enjoy the warm water a little longer. While I'm showering, he fluffs the bed - which he has softened considerably by adding layers of comforters under the fitted sheets. If it's cold, he'll take a hair dryer and warm the sheets to keep me from freezing. Most nights, he rubs my back or my feet, trying to make me as comfortable as possible, so I can sleep.
Once I'm finally settled, he starts in on the chores, and the paperwork - doing laundry and paying bills until what must become the wee hours of the morning. With all he does, I know he can't be getting more than a few hours of sleep a night. Yet, he never complains. He's rarely cranky.
Instead, he's ever-selfless. Completely amazing.
(And probably completely embarrassed by this post. Love you, Honey!)