We all live for the weekend, we sleep in or do family activities, yard work or simply do nothing, am I right?

In our household, we have a routine that we never really spoke about but just sort of fell into. As you may or may not know, my wife works from home, and while many think “That’s great, you get to see and talk to her all day,” or “NICE, she can help with housework!” That’s now how it is at all. I remember when we first talked about living together, she said, “I really need you to understand what it means when I say ‘I work from home,’ I want you to come stay with me for two weeks, and know that I am not taking any time off. If you can handle that, then we will make a solid plan. (At the time she lived in Dallas, and I lived in Colorado.) Obviously, I did cuz here we are nine years later. Anyway, the thing I started out saying is that when she said ‘work from home,’ she meant exactly that. She is on the phone, going over reports, managing employees, managing clients, and their expectations, as well as those of her boss, and her employees. She isn’t free to jump up and pitch in by doing a load of laundry, or doing the breakfast dishes. It falls on me. I do the majority of the cooking, the cleaning, the laundry, as well as the outside chores.

The weekends are, by an unspoken agreement, my do-nothing days unless I want to. They are the “I’m going to go mow the lawn or putz around the yard” or the, ” I’m just gonna watch t.v. or read a book,” days for me. And she cooks or tidies up (depending on how or what she feels like doing.)

Generally, on Sundays, we go to Church, do our grocery shopping, and figure out meals for the coming week. Today, we skipped on going to church and I decided that it was an ‘I’m going outside’ day. I pulled weeds, I trimmed the rose bushes, mowed the yard, enjoyed the sun, aggravated my asthma (there are wildfires in the surrounding area, and the smoke is bad,) Anyway, I decided it was time for me to take a break and rest. When I walked in, my beautiful wife, was in the process of making pancakes! Realize, I wasn’t hungry when I decided to come in, but the smell of butter melting in the pan and the sight of the golden brown pancakes made my mouth water. I immediately asked what I could do to help, and was told, “Nothing other than getting your plate and some pancakes and sit down.”

As I sit enjoying the breakfast my lovely HJ prepared, I can’t help but think how blessed I am.

It’s the little things, folks…