I spent the weekend paying homage to the porcelain throne.
Meaning husby spent the weekend eating his fill of Pizza Hut, Cheese Dogs and Ramen.
But he also had kid duty.
And he ROCKED IT.
From my quarantined room, I heard him playing dolls, driving trucks and reading books. And while my stomach was doing flips because of the sick, my heart was doing flips because of the sweet.
But this morning, I learned of my other half’s sandwich making inadequacies.
Mk gave me the biggest hug and told me “Mom, I missed you when you were sick! Daddy cut our sandwiches in little pieces. Like, baby pieces. You need’a show him how to do it.”
Sandwiches cut in half, rather than in sample size bites: THIS IS WHAT’S AT STAKE.
So yea, his life is bro. But only because he sucks at making sandwiches.
(But for real, thanks for everything, lover boy! I love you tons regardless of your sandwich making abilities. Or disabilities.)