"I think I've figured it out!" He announced this as he came into the kitchen. Arms crossed, he leaned back against the counter.
I had no idea what he was talking about, but clearly it was something that had been causing him some mental conflict.
"I think I have such little patience for the kid's noises because I can't escape noise all day long. Baytown has a nonstop stream of radio traffic flowing from the dispatchers to my radio and then directly into my eardrum. It never stops."
I wrinkled my brow at him, sad that he was feeling inadequate in his parenting and also really finding an understanding in how freaking annoying that would be. I mean seriously, on a 12+ hour shift his radio is never turned off, not for lunch, not for bathroom break, not for a quick phone call to me, not for any reason. And so the incessant noise oozes into that amazing brain of his, via his custom fit ear piece, all the while he multi tasks.
Thanks for giving me that little nugget of perspective. I can be a better wife to you when I know where you're coming from and something as simple as that bit of enlightenment helps me understand just that much more about your day and what you need when you get home.