Dear Husband,
I know you felt bad about leaving for the Scout camping trip on the morning of my birthday, so I thought I'd fill you in on all the fun we had while you were gone.
1. T didn't throw up again after that first awesome time on the kitchen floor Monday night. However, he did wake up from a nap on Tuesday afternoon with a random rash. It went away by the next morning.
2. Because of aforementioned rash, I didn't think it was a good idea for him to go to the pool with your sister and S and H. So, T yelled and moaned and whined for two hours straight. Candy and cookies were offered. They didn't work. My hearing may be permanently damaged.
3. My friend Shelley brought us dinner on my birthday, including a delightful chocolate cake/pudding masterpiece. I made the kids sing to me so I could blow out the candles.
4. Inexplicably, I had the songs from "Potty Time" stuck in my head the whole week. I serenaded the babies with a rendition of "Super Duper Pooper" and they loved it.
5. T's fever finally broke on Wednesday. A's fever—not until this morning. With all three boys, that's 15 days total of fever. I went through an entire bottle of Children's Tylenol while you were gone. And knowing how N and A2 regularly switch pacifiers when I'm not looking, it's only a matter of time before she gets this random virus. Good times.
6. Speaking of N, she spent most of the night in our bed last night. She kept sobbing in her crib, and since that's not exactly conducive to other siblings being able to sleep, I picked her up. But every time I tried to put her back, sobbing would ensue again. So, she slept next to me. (I guess it's a good thing you weren't there, though, or she probably would have kicked you all night.)
7. I packed a bunch of boxes, and also cleaned the house from top to bottom to show it to a realtor on Wednesday. On the phone, it seemed like she had a client who might be interested in the house. When she came, it seemed like she just wanted to sell our house for us, like all the others. Well, at least it got clean, I guess.
I'm so very glad that you called today to say you were coming home early. I had just been thinking that I didn't want to do this by myself anymore, so I'm glad I don't have to.
Welcome home. :)
Thursday, August 13, 2009
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4 comments:
I didn't know you guys were selling your house? Just moving to a new location in the same vicinity? If I did know this I guess I forgot it ;).
Glad to hear A's coming home early as it sounds like you've had your fair share of single-parent craziness!
I love the super duper pooper song! I bet I know where you got that movie.
Yeah, every day I try to tell myself I'm going to be in a good mood when my husband gets home. But guess what - by the time he gets home I CAN'T HELP IT ANYMORE!!!!!
Oh yea for A coming home early!!! I figured if he actually checked the blog before he came home and saw your note that he might not actually come home. Sometimes when my husband says he is gonna be late, I pause and then call him chicken...cause I know he is scared of what he will find when he gets here. He just laughs and eventually comes home.
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