We're a single income family. My husband works very hard to provide for us. I do what I can to contribute to our funds, but my main job is raising our child (soon to be children) and keeping the home. Mark's job is mostly overtime and he also pursues many other interests that happily bring in some lucre. Understandably, there are days when Marguerite does not even see him at all (fortunately, these are few and far between). Mark is very good about making up for these super busy days and it's a given that his weekends are for his family (unless he has some paying gig, of course -- like I said, we're a single income family). When he seems to be forgetting this (and he's not inclined to -- but the lure of a good time with friends will pull, you know -- and far be it from me to begrudge him his fun time with friends; he can have that on weeknights. His weekends are for his daughter. PERIOD. Whoever messes with this arrangement can be assured of my disfavor.), I have no qualms about reminding him and setting him straight. Anyway, I know that it's also important to Mark that he have plenty of quality time with Marguerite, and he finds Marguerite's welcome (you should see the little girl's excitement and genuine happiness) at the end of a loooong work day to be just the ticket to banish the exhaustion away.
On this note, I'd like to share that on Wednesday night (well, Thursday morning to be accurate), Mark didn't get home until 3:30 and when he was preparing to go to work the following work day (although of course, that was actually the same morning), Marguerite very sweetly told him that she'd missed him, adding, "Don't go to work, Daddy. Stay home with me." Aw, that just about broke my heart. I'm pretty sure that if Mark hadn't had something important going on that day, he would have ditched work. I had to admire his resolve to do the responsible thing. If it had been me, I would probably have called in my resignation right then and there, but then again, that's easy for me to say since I'm not the family's breadwinner. Oh, these moments! I really have all the respect for moms who work outside the home and have probably dealt with many scenes like this.
The point, I guess, in all this is that I appreciate Mark's efforts in finding a balance (well, a sort of balance) between his roles. He's a great dad and while it's true that he does "grind, grind, grind at that grindstone", he also realizes that "child'ood slips like sand through a sieve", hence the weekends for Marguerite (and remember, whoever tries to take this time away from my daughter has to deal with my IRE!!!). I sometimes tease Mark by singing "Cat's in the Cradle" when he's super busy, but I really am confident that he wouldn't allow himself to miss out on those wonderful Marguerite Moments.
Anyway, here's a video of that Mary Poppins song I quoted...