to say thank you.
I wrote out an entirely HUMONGOUS post about staying home with my kid and how great it is and totally went “off track” from what the purpose of this post was intended to be.
This post is to say thank you to my husband, dad and countless other men who go to work EACH DAY to work for their families. Thankless, corporate, ho-hum jobs that don’t contain the exciting and stimulating “day-to-day” that these men may had hoped for. Sure, some men have the job they dreamed of, but most don’t. But they do it. And generally, don’t complain.
They wake up early.
Work all day.
And lots of time, aren’t acknowledge for how difficult that is.
My dad has been going to the same job for YEARS (or a variation of it). Since I was a little girl. He worked so that we (my brother and I) could go to school, do activities and so I could have the wedding I had. I can still see him with his briefcase and coffee mug. Pocket protector and polo shirt.
And now, I watch my husband leave each morning. “Briefcase” and igloo lunch case. Collared shirt and keys in hand.
Each day. Even when he is tired. Even when he doesn’t want to.
So…really. Thank you. Thank you to each of the men I know, don’t know and will never meet. Thank you for working hard in thankless jobs so you can provide for your family.
You really are to be admired.