I need a wife.

While I was driving home today, I was thinking about my life and how content I am now. Finally. And Father's Day. And what a wonderful father Jason is. And how our lives now are a far cry from how they could have ended up after many of our mistakes. And how thankful I was for the blessings that landed us here. And how I'm really going to remember every second of this time because just like in all of our lives, times won't always be this good, but they'll get this good again if we try.

Then it hit me. I wonder if everyone I am happy with is as happy with me?

After evaluating how I am doing in my everyday roles, I decided I'm doing okay, but I need a wife. And I don't mean that in any disrespectful way. I think everyone could use a good wife, especially wives. In a little less than 5 months back at work, I am feeling pretty comfortable with my roles as mommy to Hardin, wife to Jason, and attorney.

But... My dry cleaning has been ready for pick-up for well over a month. It takes an act of God and complete abandonment of my staff to get my hair done. My poor mother has eaten less than desirable meals at my house during the day, out of necessity. I haven't picked out what I am getting Jason for Father's Day, much less purchased it. I'm out of so much stuff I've lost track. There are pictures to frame, gifts to wrap, clothes to iron, buttons to replace, hems to mend. You get the picture. All that stuff wives do with grace, without thinking a thing about it. Well it ain't getting done around here.


And I better not be bothered by it either, because I don't see that changing anytime soon. When the clock says it's time to go, I make a beeline for my baby. After we play, bathe, eat and get H down, it's all I can do to maybe go on a run, start a load of laundry and pour a glass of wine. Good thing I'm married to the most unobservant man alive, because he'll probably never notice how much I'm slacking in those areas.

Today was Hardin's first time in the big boy bath without one of us. He had a BLAST!