whose job is harder?

it's 11:30 and he's at it again. i can hear the saw going in the basement. up the steps, down the steps.... to the 3rd floor (what will soon be aubrey's big girl room). i can guarantee that i will be in bed before he is. most nights i don't hear him come in....2 maybe 3 in the morning. up at 7 and out the door, off to work to provide for our family. aubrey and i pray for him throughout the day, that God would keep him safe and bring him home to us. back in the door at 4:30 or 5:00. take a break, nope, not him. grabs the kids so i can finish dinner. dinner, baths, bed, bills, more working on the house. weekend fun at chuck e. cheese, so mom can have a night out. climbing up the playground in mc donalds to help his little girl. traffic jam in the slide. "i'm five" i hear a little boy say. "i'm thirty" says matt. i chuckle.
i have no idea what i would do with out him. he breathes life into me. he encourages me. he keeps me sane (and that's no easy job). he does the dirty work. he lets me rest. he doesn't stop.
i love you matt o'malley.....