It’s a thing in our house. The Days of Dan.
Whenever my husband is lucky enough to get some time off of work, we all celebrate. It’s something we plan for and look forward to. The Days of Dan mean that dad is home for a week or so, and we get him all to ourselves.
I love it. And then, I hate it – because, eventually, the fun is over. Eventually, he has to go back to work.
You see, I don’t like to share my Dan. None of us do. We love when he is home. That means that there is much more laughter in the house, more goofing around, more smiling. I know I love to have him around.
Days of Dan means that I get to go running with him, drink coffee with him, make plans to change the world with him…everything. The kids all line up their toys and things that need fixed, glued, whatever…and he works through his to-do list.
And, Monday, he goes back to work. Whenever he goes back, I look at the calendar to see when he is off next. This time, it’s not until the end of July…so far away.
It’s been great to have my partner in crime around. It’s nice to have someone as back up to help out with all of these dang kids we have running around. It’s been great to have a buddy with me out on the trail, enjoying the things that I enjoy. Someday, retirement will come, and he will be all mine.
Run happy. Run long.
Amy is an ultramarathoner and triathlete, a coach, a mother of four, an Exercise Physiologist and a Physical Therapist. She lives with her husband, Dan (also an ultramarathoner and triathlete), and kids in Ohio.