My husband told me I wasn\u2019t fun anymore while I was exhausted, making breakfast for six kids, and asking for twenty minutes to shower. I didn\u2019t argue. I just smiled and let him leave.<\/p>\n
My husband told me I wasn\u2019t fun anymore while I was standing over a pancake griddle yesterday morning, with spit-up on my shirt.<\/p>\n
Technically, it was closer to ten when Carter finally dragged himself downstairs.<\/p>\n
I had been awake since three.<\/p>\n
When we met, Carter told me on our third date that he wanted six children.<\/p>\n
Our youngest, Noah, is eleven months old and teething like his gums have declared war on us. By five, I\u2019d given up on sleep. By six, two more kids were awake. By seven, all six were moving through the house like they had separate emergencies.<\/p>\n
All six are under ten.<\/p>\n
Carter slept through every single minute of it.<\/p>\n
We\u2019ve been married nine years.<\/p>\n
He talked about a loud house, crowded Christmas mornings, family vacations where we needed two hotel rooms, and a dinner table where nobody could hear themselves think.<\/p>\n
\u201cSix?\u201d I asked back then.<\/p>\n
\u201cMinimum.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
He wasn\u2019t joking.<\/p>\n
Carter was great with our first three.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou really want true chaos,\u201d I told him once.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want a real life,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
And for years, he seemed to mean every word.<\/p>\n
He changed diapers. Packed lunches. Kept track of pediatrician appointments. He could braid our oldest daughter\u2019s hair badly enough that she complained, but well enough that she still asked him to do it.<\/p>\n
Then our fourth child, Ethan, was born.<\/p>\n
It happened gradually, inch by inch.<\/p>\n
He stayed later at the office. Joined a golf club. Started cycling with a coworker. Then Sunday mornings became dedicated gym time because they were \u201cthe only peaceful time he had.\u201d<\/p>\n
One evening, while I was scrubbing mashed banana off the living room wall, I asked him to bathe Ethan.<\/p>\n
Carter glanced toward the hallway.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo I have to?\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared right at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s your son.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what does that question even mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
He rubbed his forehead in frustration.<\/p>\n
Mason and Henry were currently arguing because Henry had supposedly \u201cbreathed weird\u201d near Mason\u2019s chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m just so tired of all the noise, Emma.\u201d<\/p>\n
That sentence stuck with me.<\/p>\n
Not because it was meant to be cruel.<\/p>\n
But because he said it as if I weren\u2019t drowning in that exact same noise.<\/p>\n
Yesterday, our kitchen looked like a fast-food joint caught in a fire drill.<\/p>\n
Mason and Henry were still at it.<\/p>\n
Grace was crying because she couldn\u2019t locate her favorite purple cup.<\/p>\n
Lucy demanded chocolate chips in her pancakes.<\/p>\n
Ethan wanted pancakes too, but refused to eat any that were \u201cround.\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah was strapped tightly to my chest, chewing hungrily on my collar.<\/p>\n
I was busy flipping flapjacks when Carter finally wandered in.<\/p>\n
He was fully showered.<\/p>\n
I hadn\u2019t washed my hair since Thursday.<\/p>\n
His locks were still damp, he smelled faintly of expensive cedar soap, and he looked rested enough to pose for a mattress commercial.<\/p>\n
\u201cMorning,\u201d he said casually.<\/p>\n
Nobody bothered to answer.<\/p>\n
He poured himself a fresh cup of coffee.<\/p>\n
I slid a pancake onto a plate while Mason yelled, \u201cMom, tell Henry to stop glaring at me!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHenry, look somewhere else.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t care. Look at Canada for all I care.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carter chuckled.<\/p>\n
I looked straight at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you watch them for twenty minutes?\u201d<\/p>\n
His smile vanished instantly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I want to take a shower.\u201d<\/p>\n
He checked his wrist.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t right now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t watch your own children for twenty short minutes?\u201d<\/p>\n
I unbuckled Noah from the carrier to keep him from twisting sideways.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told Ryan I\u2019d meet him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGolf.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know, you used to be so full of energy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCarter, I have literally been awake since three in the morning.\u201d<\/p>\n
He sighed deeply.<\/p>\n
Then he looked me over top-to-bottom.<\/p>\n
My hair was tied up in a messy knot that couldn\u2019t legally be called a bun. There was syrup dried onto my sleeve. I was wearing old gray sweatpants featuring a bleach stain near the knee.<\/p>\n
Carter shook his head slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou used to want to go places. We\u2019d wake up and just decide on an adventure.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCarter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m just saying how it is.\u201d<\/p>\n
He reached for his golf bag.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow you\u2019re always tired. You\u2019re never fun anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
Something inside my head went completely, stoically quiet.<\/p>\n
I would have loved to list the bottles I\u2019d washed, the school forms I\u2019d signed, or the fact that I hadn\u2019t slept more than five straight hours in nearly a year.<\/p>\n
Instead, I just smiled.<\/p>\n
He looked suspicious at once.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carter paused mid-motion.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said you are completely right.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked suspicious, then relieved.<\/p>\n
I stood there holding Noah while our five other children stared at us.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay then.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHave a great time golfing.\u201d<\/p>\n
He leaned in and kissed my cheek.<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks, Em.\u201d<\/p>\n
The front door clicked shut.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lucy raised her hand high.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, sweetie?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy pancake looks exactly like the state of Michigan.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked down at the plate.<\/p>\n
I was exhausted, and for some inexplicable reason, that lopsided pancake just broke me.<\/p>\n
It really did.<\/p>\n
And before I knew it, I started laughing.<\/p>\n
Not normal laughing, either.<\/p>\n
Eventually, I finished breakfast duties.<\/p>\n
Then I made a phone call I had avoided making for years.<\/p>\n
Carter\u2019s mother answered on the third ring.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmma? Is everything okay over there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything\u2019s fine, Diane.\u201d<\/p>\n
She went quiet.<\/p>\n
She has known me long enough to recognize the exact tone of that sentence.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Carter do something stupid?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not calling to complain about Carter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s honestly disappointing. I thoroughly enjoy complaining about my son.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need a huge favor.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cName it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you watch the kids from four until Carter gets back? He should be home around six.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAll six of them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI heard you loud and clear.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDiane, I genuinely mean all six.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHoney, I raised Carter and his brothers. Your children are much easier.\u201d<\/p>\n
After we hung up, I called Megan.<\/p>\n
Megan and I have been close friends since college.<\/p>\n
For the last six years, almost every conversation between us has ended the exact same way.<\/p>\n
\u201cWant to grab dinner?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWant to catch a movie?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo childcare.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eventually, she mostly stopped asking.<\/p>\n
When she picked up, I didn\u2019t waste time. \u201cAre you busy tonight?\u201d<\/p>\n
She went silent on the other end.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEmma doesn\u2019t ask me questions like that out of nowhere.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMegan, come on, I\u2019m serious.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have four entire hours.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another long pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll pick you up at four-fifteen sharp.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane walked into the kitchen right then and stopped dead in her tracks.<\/p>\n
I\u2019d already portioned Noah\u2019s dinner, written his medication schedule on the fridge, packed pajamas for Ethan, laid out Grace\u2019s hairbrush, and put the older kids\u2019 school folders right beside their backpacks.<\/p>\n
Three heavy laundry baskets sat near the stairs.<\/p>\n
Lunch containers were neatly drying by the sink.<\/p>\n
Permission slips were clipped right beside the family calendar.<\/p>\n
A massive grocery list covered half the refrigerator door.<\/p>\n
Diane looked around slowly, then pointed her finger straight toward the front door.<\/p>\n
\u201cLeave.\u201d<\/p>\n
Megan took me to a local pottery class.<\/p>\n
\u201cI hate crafts,\u201d I told her when she suggested it.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou hate crafts with glitter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou once glued your fingers together.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was college.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were twenty-seven.\u201d<\/p>\n
The pottery instructor showed us how to center our clay on the wheel.<\/p>\n
Mine immediately collapsed into a sad lump.<\/p>\n
Megan\u2019s actually looked like a real bowl.<\/p>\n
Mine looked closer to a crooked and wrongly shaped cooking vessel.<\/p>\n
I tried again.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs it supposed to lean like that?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Worse.<\/p>\n
Megan glanced at it.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cArt.\u201d<\/p>\n
Within thirty seconds, I was crying.<\/p>\n
She started laughing.<\/p>\n
I started laughing right along with her.<\/p>\n
I stared at the crooked lump spinning endlessly in front of me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey,\u201d Megan said gently.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m okay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou honestly don\u2019t look okay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI haven\u2019t done anything entirely pointless in years.\u201d<\/p>\n
Afterward, we went to the tiny Italian restaurant we loved so much before I ever had children.<\/p>\n
Megan looked down at the lopsided clay bowl sitting on the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd this thing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis doesn\u2019t matter at all.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled warmly.<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, Carter came home right at six.<\/p>\n
I know exactly how it went down, since Diane gave me the short version later and Carter eventually filled in the rest.<\/p>\n
He walked into the kitchen while Diane was making grilled cheese with Noah balanced comfortably on one hip.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carter apparently looked around like I might be hiding behind the refrigerator.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere\u2019s Emma?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOut.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOut where?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOut with Megan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoing what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHaving a real life.\u201d<\/p>\n
He frowned deeply.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut who\u2019s taking care of everybody?\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane handed him Noah.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought Emma asked you to babysit.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe asked me to stay until you got home. You\u2019re home now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carter laughed.<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t crack a smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m leaving.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCarter, your wife hasn\u2019t had an uninterrupted shower in three solid days.\u201d<\/p>\n
He frowned again.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo?\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane picked up her purse from the counter.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo I raised three boys. I remember Saturdays. And I distinctly remember your father being present for them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, I worked hard all week.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd what about Emma?\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t have an answer for that.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe baby\u2019s dinner is ready in the fridge.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich container is it in?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFigure it out yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou wanted six children. Take your responsibility.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then she walked out.<\/p>\n
Nothing completely catastrophic happened afterward.<\/p>\n
That mattered a lot.<\/p>\n
No ambulance arrived.<\/p>\n
Nobody burned the house down.<\/p>\n
Carter simply experienced two ordinary hours of our daily life.<\/p>\n
Ethan stubbornly refused his grilled cheese because Carter cut it diagonally instead of straight down the middle.<\/p>\n
Then Noah needed a diaper change.<\/p>\n
Grace couldn\u2019t find her library book anywhere.<\/p>\n
Lucy suddenly remembered she desperately needed cardboard for a school project due Monday morning.<\/p>\n
Upstairs, Henry started screaming because he got shampoo in his stinging eyes. Downstairs, Noah wailed. Ethan wanted milk. Mason needed math help. Lucy kept asking about cardboard.<\/p>\n
Carter stood frozen in the middle of the kitchen with noise coming at him from every direction.<\/p>\n
A few minutes later, Grace miraculously found her book.<\/p>\n
That\u2019s precisely when he found my notebook.<\/p>\n
At some point, Carter went looking for the master school calendar.<\/p>\n
It sits right beside the refrigerator.<\/p>\n
Nothing about it looks special or important at a glance.<\/p>\n
Carter opened it up anyway.<\/p>\n
Doctor appointments listed.<\/p>\n
Teacher messages recorded.<\/p>\n
Even careful notes on shoe sizes.<\/p>\n
Which child had outgrown their pajamas.<\/p>\n
Which teacher preferred email over notes.<\/p>\n
Which child needed ten extra minutes before bed during severe thunderstorms.<\/p>\n
When I finally got back home at eight, Carter was sitting at the kitchen table with the notebook open wide before him.<\/p>\n
I walked in carrying my crooked clay bowl.<\/p>\n
He looked completely exhausted.<\/p>\n
His hair was messy.<\/p>\n
There was a smear of white something on his shirt.<\/p>\n
Then he noticed what I was holding in my hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is that?\u201d<\/p>\n
I grinned.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy bowl.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared at it in disbelief.<\/p>\n
For a second, he just looked back and forth from my face to the lopsided piece of pottery. I was still wearing a faint streak of dried clay near my wrist, and I probably looked happier than I had when he walked out that morning.<\/p>\n
Then he started laughing.<\/p>\n
I laughed right along with him.<\/p>\n
Lucy came running downstairs.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom!\u201d<\/p>\n
She bolted right over.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you make?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA bowl.\u201d<\/p>\n
She studied it very carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt looks kind of broken.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not broken.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt looks almost broken.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n
She gently touched the uneven edge.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you make it for us?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor Dad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked entirely confused.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did you make it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I wanted to.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carter stopped laughing.<\/p>\n
Lucy looked up at me, then smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should do things like that more often.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went quiet.<\/p>\n
After the kids were finally asleep, Carter came downstairs holding my old notebook.<\/p>\n
He looked down at the pages, then up at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you actually have fun?\u201d he asked quietly.<\/p>\n
I looked right back at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, I did.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
Neither of us said a word for a moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cI always knew you did more than me,\u201d he admitted softly. \u201cI just didn\u2019t realize how little I actually knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
He winced.<\/p>\n
Then he said, \u201cI finally get what you meant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe constant noise.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him squarely.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was tired of it too, Carter. I just never got the chance to walk away.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked back down at the notebook in his hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m so sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want an apology tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what do you want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRules.\u201d<\/p>\n
So I gave him one simple rule.<\/p>\n
Every single weekend gets two personal blocks.<\/p>\n
One for him.<\/p>\n
One for me.<\/p>\n
The remaining time belongs to our family together.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll help you more,\u201d he offered.<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI really will help more.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked up at me, surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t help me with the kids, Carter. They are your children too. I need you to know their lives without having to wait around for my instructions.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carter looked down at the notebook again.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay,\u201d he said quietly.<\/p>\n
Then he added, \u201cI really mean it.\u201d<\/p>\n
That conversation happened last night, so I don\u2019t know yet what four months from now will actually look like.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know whether Carter will remember every single teacher\u2019s name or automatically reach for the diaper bag the next time Noah needs changing.<\/p>\n
But this morning, I woke up to Noah crying.<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t some magical miracle.<\/p>\n
Before I could even push back the covers, Carter sat up right beside me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve got him,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n
Then he got up and walked straight toward the nursery without asking me a single question about what Noah needed.<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t a miracle.<\/p>\n
It was just one morning.<\/p>\n
But after years of being the only adult in our house who never seemed allowed to clock out, that one morning mattered.<\/p>\n
My crooked bowl is sitting right there on the kitchen counter now.<\/p>\n
It doesn\u2019t hold Carter\u2019s stray keys.<\/p>\n
It doesn\u2019t hold fresh fruit.<\/p>\n
It doesn\u2019t need to hold anything at all.<\/p>\n
I made it simply because I wanted to.<\/p>\n
And yesterday, for the first time in years, I had fun.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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