Frustrations are running high

There has been more than one time this week where I have wished that my husband was a woman. Not for the gross part, but because I need him to understand me more. This has been an incredibly stressful week: my grandpa is in the hospital, my grandma needs 24 hour supervision, I had 2 packing jobs, volunteered at Colton's school for 3 hours Wednesday, had 2 basketball practices, and James was gone 4 out of 5 days and is headed into a double.

Maybe I am kidding myself, but I just think this week would have been much different if he had been a girl. For example, when he sees me going to the hospital every day, crying and stressed and I keep calling him with questions about what the monitors say because he is a paramedic, maybe he could have offered to come up with me once and explain things or ask questions I don't know to ask. Or when he went to Barrett Jackson on Thursday, which was planned for a month, and told me that although he was riding with a friend that he didn't think it would be a problem to make it home in time to help me get the boys to their simultaneous basketball practices, that when he realized he wasn't going to make it home, he could have tried to find someone to help me. Maybe he could have been the one to call the neighbor to ask instead of me. When I am frustrated and yelling at the kids, maybe he wouldn't look at me in judgment because he would understand that I am human and at my wits end. When we haven't spent any real time in 3 weeks together, maybe he would try to set something up instead of thinking I can run on empty forever.

Maybe, just maybe, this is me just being hormonal, spoiled and a complete pain in the butt. BUT, maybe it would have been a different week if he had thought like a woman. Now though, I need to let it go, move on and start a new week...with my husband who really is a pretty amazing man.