This past weekend, the division of duties in my household was once again called into question - those kids of mine are such slackers. Kidding.
When it comes to who does what in our house, it has, for the most part worked out, that I take the indoor stuff and my husband the outdoor and when it comes to the kids we do our best for a 50/50 split - on the weekends that is.
However, as any parent knows, plans change, schedules change and at any given moment moods can change - this weekend was one of those "what next" kind of weekends.
I am not surprised by the events that took place, it seemed my husband and I were on a pretty good little streak. Ensuring we were both pulling our own weight but still giving each other the much needed alone time we deserved - everything seemed almost too good.
When you have two toddlers running the show, finding time to decompress, be alone or just be a couple, can be a challenge, not to mention with my husband's job, I feel like a single parent much of the time.
Due to the fact that I feel I have two jobs during the week that equal out to be a 24-hour job and my husband has one job that I feel equals out to be a 12-hour job, I might believe I deserve a bit more of a break on the weekends.
I realize this is an unfair assumption, but when you are in the heat of the moment fair assumptions usually don't make the cut.
Nonetheless, this weekend I was fighting the flu, my husband had suffered a back injury and we had a lot of little household chores that were piling up - not to mention two active little monkeys wanting our full-time attention.
Tensions were running high.
For those couples out there who work on completely different schedules, you too know that not only is it hard to spend quality time together but it is equally hard to find time to argue with one another without the presence of tiny ears.
With that said, I also don't like to let things fester and build. When we have an issue in our home we like to get it out, work it out and then leave it on the table.
Besides a good old argument is good for the soul.
This weekend we both had a few things that were building, but could not find the time to share our issues with each other.
Finally at a breaking point, the argument that needed to occur happened as we were trying to get everyone ready for an event we were attending - of course.
However, not wanting to let on that mommy and daddy were in a disagreement, the argument started in a conversational tone, moved to a more argumentative tone, then to silence.
Following the battle of who does more, my daughter came to my room and asked me if I was OK.
I felt awful.
We try so hard not to argue in front of our kids for this exact reason. I never want my children to feel like they have to take care of me. They already have so much to worry about just being kids, adult problems should not even be a thought.
In an effort to rectify this situation I took my daughter back into the living room and sat down with my husband.
We were on the clock, but as a family took the time to play and laugh before heading out the door.
Yes, I was still angry and I am sure my husband was as well. However, we both realized our daughter is now at that age where she understands and can feel our moods and knows when we are at odds.
After this realization slapped me in the face, I also realized how stupid our fight was in the first place.
In a world where there just isn't enough hours in the day to do what you want, or even what you need, you have to focus on what's important and let the little stuff go.
In my house, what's important is my kids.
I would move the moon to make them happy.
The fact is couples argue, couples don't always agree and that is fine.
The important thing is to work it out, have an open mind and take a look in the mirror before throwing out accusations and expectations - advice I need follow more often myself.
Many lessons were learned this weekend thanks to the concern of a three-year-old.
However, the most important lesson of all, was how perceptive children are.
They may be tiny but their minds are mighty and we should all be more aware of what we say and do around them.
Lyndsay McCready can be reached at 306-691-1263 or follow her on Twitter @Newsielou.