I live in a Jimmy John’s delivery dead zone. Even though there are no fewer than 3 Jimmy John’s within several miles of my house, none of them deliver to my address. So there are no “freaky fast” sandwiches for me unless I pick it up.
I realize this is the epitome of a “first-world problem” but when you’ve been home alone with an 8 month old for 4 days and have your heart set on a #6 Vegetarian sandwich at 6:45 when the baby is in bed and you realize it’s not going to happen, it just might bring you to tears.
I’m ashamed to admit that I shed a tear over the fact that I couldn’t get a sandwich delivered to my door, but it’s true. Baby boy had no idea I was upset and he squealed and drooled and bounced around and was generally his adorable little self until bedtime. I got over my disappointment and had a frozen burrito for dinner.
I have the utmost respect for single moms. Honestly, I don’t think I could be a mom alone. In my opinion, parenting is a two-person job! I know people do it alone, but I am so so so so thankful I don’t have to. This isn’t the first time Adam’s been gone, but every time he’s away it makes me more grateful for all the times he’s there to change diapers, feed the baby, play with the baby, and yes, sometimes get me a sandwich from Jimmy John’s!
Before we had a baby, I knew how important it was that we were partners in our marriage. It wouldn’t work if only one of us was committed. So even when we argue, I try to remember that at the end of the day we’re on the same team. That doesn’t mean we have to agree on everything, but it means that even when we agree to disagree we still love each other and that trumps.
It may sound trite, but I truly believe that we are better together. And after several days of being a single parent, I definitely know that I’m a better mom when Adam is around. We support each other, encourage each other on bad days, laugh together over everything and nothing, challenge each other when we’re feeling burnt out, and generally love each other through thick and thin. And all those things make me a better person!
Has anyone else cried over a Jimmy Johns sandwich? Or realized just how thankful they are for their husband? I’d love to hear your stories!
*photo by Carrie Krupke