That is what he said.
It was day four of a very nasty stomach flu and now I had to decide.
Was I complaining?
Ummm, maybe just a little.
He had stepped up…in his very own man way, and picked up some of the Mommy slack. Sorta kinda?
The kids were fed. They got themselves breakfast and lunch each day. I saw Quiznos, Wendys, Tim Hortons and Pogos were “in the house”. Ug.
The kids were Very Happy.
The kids were very dirty. Had either of them seen a tub in the last week?
He did go to the drug store and pick up a prescription, ginger ale and some saltines for me. Wow, what I wouldn’t have given for a second flavour of crackers and maybe some bananas? (but beggers can’t be choosers)
He chaufeered like a crazy man and got each child to every appointment and every activity. Well done.
He brought me ice cream…which, against my better judgement, I ate. Then saw again.
So on day four, when I went to fetch my dehydrtaed body a glass of water and saw my kid drinking from a plastic glass (because there was not a single clean glass left in the house), when I reached for a soup bowl but realized there was no point (the stove top was covered and the counter was littered). I did not complain, I just took a deep breath and wondered what life would be like with a sister wife.
PS This was the last bitchy post about me being sick I promise!!
PPS My Hubby totally redeemed himself last night. He went grocery shopping, made dinner and got me to bed early. Sister wives need not apply.