Do you ever wonder if your partner understands how hard you work to make everything seem easy?

How when he may (or may not) reach for clothes for the kids, they are clean, neatly organized and always at hand? This goes for karate uniforms, too.
Or, when he walks in the door, the kids are playing with each other in a respectful manner (someone had to teach them this and they need almost daily reminders of how to continue to do so), the house is clean (relatively speaking) and dinner is cared for (most nights).
And, what about all the learning these kids need to do that you have to help them with? Eye appointments and doctors visits, too?
Believe me, I’m just getting started here.
Now, before you stop reading in protest Mad Dog, let me flip it around.
Do you ever feel like your partner understands how hard you work to provide for her and the kids?
How about all the long hours spent alone in an office (with no windows, mind you!) on endless phone calls trying to accomplish seemingly impossible business feats and doing so while making it all look easy?
What about trying to manage a team that is scattered across the nation that looks to you for leadership and expects nothing but excellence from you?
Or the myriad of calamities and unexpected projects that pile up on your already overtaxed work schedule?
And what about the time spent away from your boys? You know they are incredible and they grow by leaps and bounds every day, and you have to miss some of the really important and downright cool stuff.
You are handling all these things and doing it well even at great personal cost. Does your partner get this?
Really?
I don’t know that I do.
Sometimes I’m so focused on feeling underappreciated in my own corner of the world that it begins to feel like a part-time job.
Are life and relationships ever going to be exactly how you want them to be?
Nope.
What can I do today to take care of myself, give myself the recognition I desire and honor and appreciate my partner in the process?
I love you, Mad Dog and appreciate you!
I guess that’s a start.
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