Mr. Mom or Props to my wife.

As I prepared for work yesterday morning, I noticed AnnaMay was not as spry as she usually is in the mornings. (if anyone can be called “spry” in the mornings at all) Suddenly, she threw Azariah’s PBJ onto the table in his general direction and headed for the bathroom.

The 24 hour bug had struck.

After I realigned the 2 pieces of bread in Azariah’s sandwich, so that he of course can then take them apart and try to eat only the jelly off of it, creating an inevitably huge mess, I called in to work to say I wouldn’t be there as my dear wife was sick, but that I would be available via cell if anyone needed me. (talk about your long sentences)

So, with wife on the couch in need of assistance, and 2 boys to take care of, I took on the role of Mr. Mom. After all, only one week earlier, I had stayed home from work with the same sickness, and she lovingly did the same thing for me. Uh…without the Mr. part.

So I brought AnnaMay some crackers and some tea and set about to make Zion and myself breakfast. Here’s a log of my day as I can remember it.

-Get Zion and Azariah cereal
-clean up after Zion and Azariah cereal
-do dishes (AnnaMay wasn’t feeling hot the night before, and there were plenty left over)
-put a movie on for the boys so they’ll stay out of Mommy’s (and mine) hair.
-make coffee and yummy toaster strudles for me (try not to exclaim how yummy it all is so as to not add insult to injury to loving wife who cannot eat food as yet)
-run to blockbuster to get “Kronk’s new groove” to entertain wife.
-Try to do a little side work.
-Realize Internet isn’t working and I can’t do anything.
-Call internet company
-Put movie on for wife as I couldn’t do anything on the laptop anyhow.
-Call friend to come and weather proof door.
-Make lunch for friend, wife, boys, and me. This consisted of grilled cheese and some noodle soup.
-Do dishes again
-Oh, let’s not forget changing diapers sporadically throughout the day.
-Take sheets off boys bed to wash them. (diaper change gone bad)
-move sheets to dryer when done.
-I honestly can’t remember what I was doing between say 2 – 4 oclock, but I know I wasn’t just sitting around. My feet were already beginning to hurt, and my legs even were telling me I was at home, not in a marathon. I start having some serious respect for my wife.
-4 oclock, tummy begins telling me supper is in a couple hours. Brain tells stomach that if it wants supper we gotta make it ourselves.
-Decide on Marinated chicken, rice, and steamed veggies w pineapple for dinner. (I make this kind of thing when I cook and AnnaMay is sick. She doesn’t like rice, so I cook that when I know she’s not eating.)
-Thaw chicken and put in marinade
-Run to store for a few things with boys.
-Boys start telling me they are hungry in the store. I tell them to hurry up then because they were slowing me down. “Can’t you just ride in the cart?” Independent kids…have to walk everywhere.
-Cook dinner, experiment with fried rice. For future reference: Not worth the effort…white rice is fine.
-oh! I made Jello for AnnaMay somewhere in the afternoon before all this.
-eat dinner with boys…
-Dishes, for the third time. Feet and back are killing me. Wished I made a simpler dinner or ordered pizza so I wouldn’t have 52 pots and serving bowls etc.
-Realize it’s 8:30, time for boys to start heading towards bed.
-Remember that sheets are still in dryer
-Grab sheets and make boys beds.
-Help boys clean play room.
-Put boys in bed complete with Bible reading, prayer, sippy’s and all the trimmings that go along with that.

Fall on couch at about 9:15 or so completely worn out and ready for a break, with a much healthier respect for my loving wife, who does this kind of thing almost every day.

Today I am back at work, where the hardest thing I have to do is go up two flights of stairs to get to my office. (I could ride the elevator even)

So sweetie, this post is for you. I love you and appreciate all that you do every day. You do a tough job with zero complaining. You are wonderful.

-Trevor