Ahh, wisdom. I hear it comes to those who seek it and ask for it. I believe last night God gave me a bit of married-woman wisdom. It was hilarious, and beautiful, and I don’t want to forget it.

Greg (my husband) has been working long hours for the last 6-8 weeks. He’s working to help open a restaurant. It’s temporary, and we both agreed it was a good decision, and that it would take sacrifice for both of us. Because of this, he’s often tired when he comes home at night. Of course, the kids don’t adjust their schedules based on ours, so we still face the typical diapers, supper, & bedtime routines every night.

Last night, after changing our youngest, we put him down with his sister. Closing the door, I had a somewhat regular feeling surge through my body: relief. “We’re DONE! They’re asleep!” In my excitement, I pulled Greg into our bedroom and began kissing him. Greg had a confusing response. He kissed me back, but let’s just say he was choosing to stay at the beginning of the ride instead of proceeding forward. In my mind, I thought this was a beautiful opportunity for us to enjoy time together, and I didn’t understand what could be wrong. I pulled back and looked at him questioningly. He smiled and said, “Sometimes it’s hard to be romantic when you’re holding a dirty diaper.”

I collapsed laughing as he went to the diaper pail and disposed of the pee-soaked diaper he was holding in his right hand. Lesson learned, Melissa! When initiating romantic time with your husband, first check BOTH his hands to ensure dirty diapers are where they belong!