the power of a thank you

Last night was Greg’s work Christmas party, and he and I had arranged earlier in the week that this morning it would be Greg getting up with Elliot and Sue would have a sleep-in. I was looking forward to the sleep-in (who wouldn’t be), especially since I have a cold and am not feeling that great.

The party was a lot of fun, but I ended up leaving before Greg. I got to bed at about 1:00, thinking that Greg was going to have one tired morning. He arrived home and climbed into bed at about 2:30. I quickly calculated how much sleep he was likely to get, combined with how much alcohol he might have had, and started thinking that maybe my sleep-in was a pipe dream.

At 5:40, after nursing at 5:00, Elliot woke up crying. I lay in bed for a few minutes, praying he’d go back to sleep, and he did. For 20 minutes. At 6:00 he woke again, but this time he was making happy noises. Neither Greg nor I moved. We’ve left him in his crib when he’s happy for almost half an hour before, so I actually tried to go back to sleep. But a few minutes later Elliot started crying. Again, no movement from the other side of the bed.

I took pity on my husband and decided I’d get up, knowing that I’d be able to have a nap later in the day. Heck, five hours of sleep? No problemo! 😉

So Elliot and I got up together, had a cuddle, some breakfast, and Grandma got up shortly after that so we had some additional company. It was actually quite nice, but I was exhausted.

At 9:00 Greg finally started stirring, and Elliot was just waking up from his first nap, so I took him in to see Greg. Almost the first words out of Greg’s mouth were “thank you”. To me, for getting up with Elliot. Such simple words, but it meant so much to me. No, it wasn’t that big of a deal. Elliot is a joy to be with, especially in the mornings, but to have Greg acknowledge the small sacrifice I had made was much appreciated.