Thank God For Helpful Husbands

by Jennifer Boudreau on August 26, 2014

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Thank god for helpful husbandsA couple Sundays ago I woke up with a headache. No big deal. I took some meds and went about a busy Sunday morning of checking things off my To Do List and getting me and the kids ready for church. Time went quickly and I looked at the clock. Over an hour had passed and my meds hadn’t kicked in. Crap. Thankfully, in the past few months my migraines have significantly decreased, but I know my body and knew this headache would soon erupt in to a migraine.

My husband was out of town so I knew I’d be flying solo with the kids. I had to get to the grocery store ASAP before the migraine erupted. Now I was racing against the clock. I had planned on hitting the grocery store after church, but there wasn’t time to do both. Dinner was already in the crock pot and there were ingredients I didn’t have on hand, so if there was going to be dinner that night I had to get to the grocery. So, I loaded up the kids, skipped church and off to the grocery store we went. We got what we needed and I chugged a Mountain Dew. No, I’m not a regular soda drinker. But yes, for some reason drinking a soda takes the edge off of migraines…but no luck this time around.

Alright, we got home, I fed the kids, put our 2 year old down for a nap and we were good to go. Our 4 and 6 year old played among themselves because they knew I was out of the equation at this point.

Thankfully, Sunday night arrived and my husband came home. The place was trashed and nothing had been done. No food prep, no cleaning up of dishes, laundry was piling up. Oh well. He had Monday off and he knew we’d take care of everything then.

Monday morning, I slept in a bit because I was still feeling pretty crappy. My husband got the kids around and got my oldest on the bus while I got ready for a follow-up appointment with my neurologist. I came downstairs and smelled muffins baking. He was making the muffins I normally make for the week. He also complimented me on the dinner I made in the crock pot the day before. He then proceeded to sweep the kitchen floor and vacuum the entire downstairs…both of which were covered in pretzel crumbs from the day before. When I have a migraine, the kids pretty much live off pretzels….and those pretzels were EVERYWHERE.

I went to the neurologist and called home. My daughter answered. “Mommy, I’m helping Daddy make pancakes!” Again, he was making the pancakes I normally prep for the week.

I came home to see him folding laundry. He then started prepping our homemade Larabars for the week.

I can’t tell you how grateful I was for everything he did. My husband works an enormous amount of hours every week, but he’s always there to rescue me when I really need it. He could of just said “this is her job so she can do it when she’s up and running again,” but he didn’t.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s that there are a lot of amazing husbands out there. Unfortunately, they don’t get recognized much. Actually, more often than not, they get criticized in a not-so-pleasant tone by their wives for not doing things the way she thinks things should be done. There’s more than one way to skin a cat, ladies. Your husband is not a child…even though you may think so at times. If you want a sure-fire way to have your husband NOT help you, criticize their efforts.

To all you helpful hubbies out there…thank you! Seriously, thank God for helpful husbands. We appreciate you for stepping up to the plate, for being a modern day hubby and for knowing when your wife could use a little help.

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Gregg October 28, 2014 at 6:48 pm

Great Tribute. Not the scene played out in far too many households. Thanks for sharing!


Jennifer Boudreau November 6, 2014 at 8:48 pm

Gregg, it’s not the scene played out in many households. I’m definitely lucky over here!


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