So in the last few weeks I have had plans. Great plans. Plans of visiting friends near and far. Each of these plans have been met with a puking child. It has been greatly disappointing. In the last few weeks I have made one trip to the library, 2 trips to church and each day two trips to the bus stop for Victor.
This isn't a terrible thing. It isn't bad to be home. My home is great. The problem comes in when you made plans and had to cancel. It is like being promised a candy bar and then being told "too bad. You can't have it." It isn't a big deal not to have it. It is just upsetting when you already got your hopes up.
Today my husband was able to be home from work. I love him dearly. I think he is wonderful. He was so thoughtful this evening and watched the kids for me while I went out with my cousin for the evening. It was a lot of fun. It was really nice to talk and listen and enjoy.
Plus he washed the couch cushions. How awesome is that?
I am so grateful to have married such a wonderful man. He makes my life so much better.
Well, you didn't come here and expose us to anything, but BigGirl has spent the WHOLE week puking anyway. Big sigh. She got a blessing last night, and seems to be doing better now.
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