Nothing funny about this post. Today I woke up to more sick kids than we have had in a long time. Not a good thing at all. I mean the reality of parenting is that you should only be required to handle so much barf at one time. This time though I had Merrill's "help". He is such a great dad. He helps me no matter how long his day has been. He can recover from surgery faster than any person I know. He will run errands on his lunch hour so I do not have to get back out with the little ones at nap time. I mean really, what more can I ask for? For starters, can you rinse the sheets before you tell me that they are ready to go and all I have to do is turn on the machines? How about not putting the blanket that was full of the child's present on top of the bed netting. What about acting like you are really sorry you have to leave me with this mess for 10 hours while you go to work? A biggie for me would not smiling so hard as you are driving to work...yes, a co-worker told...
Merrill and I thought we would teach our children about the world, instead we are teaching the world about our children.