Today’s post is a pretty predictable one, but since becoming parents, it’s all that more relevant. Now, like yours is, my husband is pretty damn great. Not only has he put up with me and my merry ways for an eye-watering 13.5 years, he’s been a loving husband for four (not that he wasn’t before that, we just weren’t married. Which actually makes him a bit of a sh*t for not proposing sooner), and a bloody amazing father for the last year and a half.
Actually, his awesomeness came to the fore during pregnancy when I was in the midst of my nine month hangover hell, vomiting my way through life and being carted off to hospital every five minutes. Conserving energy for when Bebe was born? Ha, no chance! Not with 5am starts, daily three hour commutes, and nine hour office days. Neither of us enjoyed pregnancy much, though Hubs did make the most of having a designated driver every time we went out of an eve!
Without him to see me through those grueling 38 weeks, I’m not sure I could have survived pregnancy, it truly tested my body to its very limit. And if you’ve read this, you’ll know that the birth wasn’t a barrel of laughs either (seriously, why don’t people warn of this stuff when you fall pregnant? Instead it’s all smiles, rainbows and unicorns!). But, because he’s basically the m*tha-f*ckin’ super-dad we survived it all.
And nearly 19 months on he’s still the m*tha-f*ckin’ super-dad. He’s the dad who still gets up at 6am to do the three hour daily commutes into town. He’s the dad who still works the nine hour office days. He’s the dad who still comes home to cook supper when mama hasn’t had chance (read: can’t cook). He’s the dad who still shares the childcare duties, who gives Bebe his bath in the eve, who reads him bedtime stories, who lies with him at night until he falls asleep and who, because we co-sleep, takes it in turns to sleep next to Bebe despite having to rise at 6am to start it all again.
(Please note that despite how this sounds I do actually mother my child also, it’s not all left to daddy).
So today, Father’s Day, I want to send a MASSIVE shout out to my significant other for being the m*tha-f*ckin’ greatest super-dad that ever there was! And a MASSIVE shout out to all the great Dad’s out there. We’re all parents just muddling through and the fact that we’re surviving this crazy world of parenthood – well that deserves a big, fat cheers if you ask me!
Here’s to you, Dad…
(NB. Also wishing my own Dad a very Happy Father’s Day – love you!)