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June 24, 2005
THAT'S love...
My husband got up early this morning, got dressed, grabbed the kids and headed off bravely to the commi-scary. (That's him up there- the one with the party streamers tied around his head.)
Now taking a 5 and 6 year old out for the morning is a daunting task- even for me- the "mom". I have grown adept at handling the ya-ya, fighting and running about created by them ganging up on the lone parent scenario.
For Kev to do it is a sainthood application. He did it to give me a break this morning, and he made me promise to rest while he was out. Then my darling man will carry all the spoils of the trip up four flights of stairs without much aid.
He has even taken to reminding the kids, when they get unruly, that it is their turn to care for me, as I do for them when they get sick.
I just hope his excursion dosn't ruin his mood by the time he gets home. There are times I forget what a patient and caring guy I married.(Easy to do on those nights when my primary source of entertainment is making fun of his flatulence, or watching him flip off the cat.) Then something like this "broken down wife" thing comes along and I have to have my moment of slack-jawed wonder.
Thanks, Honey!
Posted by TheFreud at June 24, 2005 9:46 AM
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That's so sweet! Maybe he will even think to get you some flowers. However, I don't want you to be reading this, I hope you are in bed resting.
Posted by: kerewin at June 24, 2005 2:55 PM
