While Sam is working away from home, it falls to me to hold down the fort. I am currently a full-time teacher. I am also getting my master’s in special education while also juggling a 3-year-old and a 6-month-old. To add to the craziness, we also got a dog, Loki. I don’t know how I do it, but I do!
I am a fix-it daughter born to a fix-it dad/husband, and I married a fix-it guy. If you’re not chronically online like some of the generation I am a part of, allow me to explain what a fix-it human is. Growing up, my dad was always working on something. Whether it was the house, a car, or something else, there was a project happening. Having three kids, he had 6 hands that could hold a flashlight, grab a tool, or reach into a tiny space a grown man’s hands couldn’t reach.
We were taught at a young age how to check & change our oil, replace a flat tire, change a lightbulb, replace locks in the doors etc. This has now spilled over into my everyday life. When Sam and I moved into our new home, we were going to change the locks (you know, safety) and we bought all the pieces. I did give Sam a chance to change them himself but I was sick of looking at the boxes while he was at work and I was on summer vacation from school. During my daughter’s nap, while heavily pregnant, I changed the locks and promptly sent Sam a picture of my hard work. *insert flexing emoji*
While I could fix almost anything that needed fixing, within reason, I do still need my husband for certain things. (You wouldn’t catch me carrying anything heavy or working on electric.) I have a honey-do list that is getting longer by the second.
I don’t know how I manage to keep our house in order, keep the three of us fed, and manage to stay sane while watching Disney movies on an endless loop (with a little bit of Taylor Swift sprinkled in for my tiny Swiftie), but I do it. It’s chaos sometimes but I am managing.