First, Thumper, who had an upset, unsettled stomach, was throwing up for three hours on Monday. Mostly on me, mind you – projectile fun! After she evacuated her belly of whatever was ailing her, and a long, 13-hour sleep, she was back to her old self again.
And then it was my turn. I had the wonderful opportunity to meet a fellow blogger, Alecia, from Boise, ID, who came to Chicago for several days for work. As moms with two similarly-aged girls, we had a lot to talk about, although it wasn’t always about our kids. We met on a Tuesday night, went to Chinatown for some hot pot and then a lounge for cocktails and dessert.
Maybe it’s the shellfish, maybe it’s the somewhat daunting Szechwan spice, but my stomach was not happy with me the next day. I ended up in bed for 30 hours straight, only moving to run from the bathroom and back. Lovely. (And no pictures, here – you’re welcome).
My Guy stayed home to care for Thumper and me, taking a couple of work-related phone calls here and there, but for the most part, he was right by my side. Or rather, he was entertaining and caring for Thumper so I could rest. At one point, he came up to me while I was in what felt like my deathbed and sheepishly asked, “So...what do you do with her all day?”
I had to smile. He’s a great dad, and he pitches in with his fair share of work around the house, but as the sole breadwinner, his attention is mostly focused on how to keep us afloat financially, at least during the day.
But when he works from home, he steals some time to get on his hands and knees with the little ones. He bakes cookies and plays hide-n-seek with them, and except for the occasional late-night networking events, he has always been home on time to do dinner, bath and bed time with the girls. He is also the family breakfast chef and my biggest supporter when it comes to my writing, running and yoga practice, making sure that I have time for all of them each week.
He has been able to do all that and more because of the decision he made a year ago to quit his full-time job so he could spend more time with his family and pursue his goals on his own terms as an entrepreneur. Honestly, it has not been completely smooth-sailing, namely late – sometimes sleepless – nights, difficult clients, and money worries, but for the most part, he has made it work. For all of us.
I was home to care for Thumper because I didn’t need to be at work, thanks to My Guy, who made my own lifestyle change possible. And he was home with me while I was down, without having to answer to anyone but himself.
All because he took a big risk and a leap of faith a year ago.
This week may not be our best, but this year? Absolutely. Without a doubt.
Financially, we are still trying to figure things out, as we both came from pretty decent-paying jobs and that adjustment will take time. We’ve had to make sacrifices this past 12 months, but we were still able to take vacations, enjoy the occasional dates, throw birthday parties, have a social life and keep our four-year-old in her Montessori school. And for all that, I’m truly grateful.
It’s been a challenging year. An uncertain year. But it’s also been a really, really good year.
All because this one man chose to follow his dreams, and took his family with him.
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Happy one-year anniversary, my love. I am so proud of you. Thank you for this amazing life.
For those who are new to my site, here’s the beginning of this story, from a year ago.