Thursday, March 8, 2012

when mom is down for the count...

lots of things fall apart.

Dishes mount, laundry stays soiled, rotting in the washer if you threw in a load before sickness struck.  The kids' hair goes unbrushed, mail piles up, artwork from just a few days of school clutters your counter.

Hair and toothpaste is in the sink.  When was the last time the towels were changed out?  Something starts to smell in the fridge.  The kids eat cereal for dinner and have to buy lunch for school bc you wouldn't imagine spending 15 minutes trying to explain what to make for the kids and how, to your husband - much less who gets the Hello Kitty bag and who gets the Princess.  (You'd think their names in black sharpie on the label would help, but it's not a guarantee when you see the spaced out, confused look in his eyes).

I have a good, helpful husband.  But he's still a man, he's no mama.

I am so thankful to be feeling better, as my house was this close to falling apart, as is what happens with one sick day.  Am I right, mommies?  It's just the way it is.

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