at least for me, anyhow. And NOT for what you're thinking! Since being home the past three months or so, and more notably the past three weeks since the kids have gone back to school, husband has developed a finer appreciation for what my life is like in dealing with the daily issues of school transit, school volunteering, homework, sports schedules and the like for three kids, two of which are difficult child's. And I'm not even talking about housework or bills or home repairs, errands, doctor appointments, gardening, pet care, laundry or all the other stuff that has to get done around here. Normally, he would have missed the bulk of the homework hours and would arrive home in the midst of chaos and not understand why I was always so frazzled and dinner was not ever made on time. Well, it's because of having to follow three different school pickup times, and then getting everyone started on homework, and supervising the difficult child's to make sure they stay on task, have their materials, etc., etc. Intervene when they get distracted and start annoying eachother, or wandering around, or looking for snacks, or actually need help with their work, or.... dinner? What's THAT? This year I actually have TIME to cook because husband is also here to help run interference when I'm busy in the kitchen at 4:00 trying to get stuff started. I don't remember his exact words to me this week, but he essentially has said he can see how much help I need in dealing with the kids and how much hard work it is. I know that it's his medicated awareness combined with just being around that is the reason for this. Had he lost his job five years ago, he wouldn't have had this epiphany -- he would have been bugging the cr@p out of me with his hypomanic obessions. I'm just so... I guess I'm feeling a little smug, a little vindicated, validated, appreciated -- elated. It's been a looooong time coming!