(First, please note that the last post was written at 4 a.m. after my coughing woke me up. Disregard any rambling and ranting that wasn't pertinent.)
My husband rocks. He is seriously earning the title of Wonder-Dude.
I caught bronchitis, and I had to get better fast. I cannot miss any of my A&P classes; it'll be too hard to make it up. So, I knew I had to get rest this weekend, and Jay knew it, too. So, he got up with the kids in the morning, allowing me to sleep until 9:30 or so. I took naps in the afternoons while he was outside enjoying the warm weather and prepping his garden areas. He even went grocery shopping Sunday with Natalie so I could rest with Lainie and get a bit more shut-eye. Even while I was awake, I wasn't much more useful than a lump of coal. Then again, a lump of coal at least helps create energy; I was more likely to create friction. And last night, that prince got up with Natalie at midnight and 4 a.m.
Today, I have work then class, and thanks to him, I'm well enough to do it. And while I'm doing my thing in Manhattan, he'll be teaching all day, then picking up three girls, sitting at dance class for an hour, feeding the four of them at Wendy's, then managing them through a 4-H meeting...and that's the easy part. When he gets home, he'll be getting all four ready for bed, probably starting a fire as soon as he can, and then sitting down to grade another stack of papers. For enjoyment, he'll probably spend 30 minutes or so on his gardening blogs, where he learns all sorts of new ideas to help grow his garden and his business.
Seriously. Did I pick a good husband, or what? Take that, all you suckas who missed out on this gem! He's mine, and I love him!