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I love being a wife and mom more than anything in the world. I never cared a thing about having a career really. I just wanted a family! Being a stay at home wife and mother is the best career I could have, and I relish every minute of it. My family is my top priority!
With all that being said, there are days that make me want to pull my hair out. As a matter of fact, I just had one of those days, on January 7th.
As a large portion of the US has been in this polar vortex, or cold blast, NC finally got a good taste of it. On Monday, the day started off in the 50s and dropped here at my house to 5 degrees overnight. The weather was so cold, our children went to school with a 2 hour delay because the school buses would not start! When my daughter and I woke up Tuesday morning, it was cold in the house. I checked the thermostat and the house temperature was 54 degrees. I could hear our heating system blowing air, but the air was cold. I called my hubby and he got in touch with our Heating and AC guy. After checking out the system, we were told that our compressor was shot and that it would have to be replaced. Our emergency heat is maintaining the house temperature at 54, so no pipes will freeze as the temperature has plummeted to 11 degrees. BUT it was not a great temperature for us to sleep in.
We are blessed to go to a very caring church, and after a phone call, we had 3 heaters to keep us warm. Kat has a heater in her room and I am in the den with another. The third heater blew as soon as it was plugged in, and we had to remove it because it smelled like it was burning. Chefy fell asleep in his recliner, snuggling with Ginger, our Shih Tzu, and wrapped up like a mummy in his "gorilla" blanket. I was on the couch with the laptop in my hand and my blanket wrapped around me. Chefy did not sleep long before his back started hurting, and he went to our bedroom. I let him go in there, without taking this heater. I did not offer it to him because I was cold, and I did not want to go to bed. I was completely selfish and I feel horrible.
I checked on Chefy a few minutes ago and he is snug as a bug wrapped up in 2 blankets in our bed. I am here in the den, unable to sleep, because I have a little voice in my head that keeps repeating, "That was completely selfish." UGH!
I am surprised and disappointed with myself right now. I'll do my best to make it up to him tomorrow. Do you think apologizing and cooking him a great dinner will help? Maybe I should offer him a little honey on a biscuit!