It had been a long couple of days and nights. I hadn’t slept much, and that day, two children had been vomiting. By 10pm I was completely wiped. I usually never make it to bed before 1am, but this night, I was toast. I crawled into bed and was asleep before I even finished pulling up the covers.
I am a light sleeper. I hear every snore, whisper, or cough any person makes. My husband closed our bedroom door and the door that leads to the hallway and great room of the house, and I actually slept all night. It was glorious. I woke up at 8am a new woman!
Walking into the dining room, I looked out over the backyard. My usual beautiful view was covered in quilts, sheets, pillows and towels. Two garden hoses were sprawled out over the patio, and David was sound asleep on the couch.
Overnight, a plague had hit.
This man of mine had dealt with 11 children throwing up all night. He had done his best to help each one to the bathroom, provide them with new bedding, ran to CVS at 3am for Lysol, bleach, and Gatorade, and continued the battle until 6:30am.
All while I got some much needed sleep.
That’s true love.
Hopefully, none of you ever have to survive a night of nearly a dozen children puking, but I just wanted to take this opportunity to share one of the kindest, most appreciated acts my husband ever did — allowing me to sleep and simultaneously dealing with one of the worst and longest nights in Reback history.
He gets Father of the Year in my book.
Have you ever had any kind of long night like that? Have you ever chosen to go without sleep because you knew your spouse needed it? Have you ever been so grateful for a hardship your spouse endured for you? Let’s take a day to give some love and encouragement and public praises to our loved ones who have done such acts of kindness for us! I’d love to hear your stories!