It seems like I’ve spent the better part of four years reading about doing it myself, practicing doing it myself, figuring out ways to do it myself- it’s been a huge hobby for me, trying to figure out what I could get away with making, fudging, or substituting. Homemade bread, soy milk, snacks, laundry detergent, dishwasher detergent, yogurt, granola, clothes, dolls, sacks, jewelry, and gifts. Tried the homemade slug bait and shampoo. Did cloth diapers and gardening. Did the canning thing. I’m really proud of what we’ve learned over the past couple of years, even if what we did wasn’t QUITE as effective as store bought, or quite as nice. We’ve saved a ton of money, learned how to be more self-sufficient, and learned to use what we have instead of immediately assuming we need to buy something from someone else.
BUT. Well, I’m pregnant and it seems a lot harder this time. After 26 cumulative months of baby carrying (and about five years of nursing so far), my hips don’t like me. My back doesn’t like me. My round ligaments…well, they’ve just about staged a revolt and I spent almost the entire weekend on the couch trying to let them recover. Thankfully, they’re better and I can mostly walk now, and I’m getting to be really good friends with supportive belts and straps to hold up with ball of baby I’m carrying.
But what I really want to say is how grateful I am to my husband. I had very nearly created a home in which ONLY I could do the work. No one else knew how to make the bread, run the soy milk machine (or the recipe to make it sweet like Mimi likes it.) No one else knew that to wash diapers, I used one scoop of laundry detergent plus TWO scoops of baking soda, and filled the bleach cup with white vinegar, and run it all on sanitary. Oh, don’t forget to dry on “normal” but you have to punch the timer up to 50 or the sensor will shut the load off early because it’s so small.
But over the weekend, my husband staged a much-needed coup. He bought bread, and he bought dish detergent. He bought laundry detergent, and shower cleaner with bleach. He loaded the dishwasher with all kinds of things I’d never dare put in there (like pots and pans…didn’t want them to lose their shine!) Our toddler is wearing disposable diapers right now, and had store bought soy milk for breakfast. Most of all, he bought my health and my gratitude.
When our toddler refused to let me put her shoes on, and said “NO! DADDY mommy do it!” I just had to smile. Daddy-Mommy indeed, and I couldn’t be more grateful!