Ok, I love to poke fun at my husband on Facebook. It's a lot of fun to tease him. However, I feel the strange need to actually be nice to him, so here is the week my husband has had so far...
Monday was "normal". He got up at his normal time, did some chores, got dinner in the crock pot, and went to work, which takes over an hour. Spent eight hours at work fulfilling his various duties that help ensure the computers for the regions biggest hospital (Harborview) stay running. Then he commuted home, again taking over an hour. On his way home he stopped at the store to get me ice cream. He got home and all the kids excitedly piled on him, then he got them a snack. He then got me a bowl of ice cream and took over child care responsibilities so I could rest and take it easy after a long day. He also made sure to do math lessons with all four of the older kids since he has decided that he wants to fulfill that part of their schooling, which all I have to say about is THANK YOU! I hate math. After feeding the kids supper he put them to bed and spent the next hour ensuring they stayed put. Then he eventually came to bed and helped me fall asleep, then got back up and did some more chores (one of which was taking care of the chickens he never wanted).
Tuesday was much the same, only I had way over done it chasing the stupid chickens that got outside, so I was having tons of contracts and completely miserable and on the verge of crying while biting his head off for dumb stuff that didn't even matter. So he caught the stupid bird I could not catch then took care of my cranky self AND the kids.
Wednesday again was much of the same, until after work when he found out his train was having problems. He sent me a message letting me know what was going on and we ultimately decided he would take the light rail to our old neighborhood and I'd meet him there, which was a compromise between figuring out a way for him to get to Auburn on his own (possibly taking hours) and me needing to drive clear to Seattle. When we got home I very quickly realized the contractions I had been having since I woke up were getting worse, so I tried to find a sitter, and when I could not Rich drove me to the hospital, dropped me off, then went back home to get my phone charger since I had forgotten it and wanted something to do while I was being monitored. He then brought it to me, and proceeded to go home and take care of the kids and clean the house up. Then he came back and got me past 11pm, and helped me fall asleep. Then around 2am Jeanette woke up SCREAMING, and he tended to her, trying everything he could think of to calm her down, and ultimately dozed in a chair holding her for an hour or so before laying her back down.
Thursday morning he got up early to start getting everything we needed for the day ready, having the intention of allowing me to sleep until it was time to go. He prepared the kids breakfast (they always eat at therapy verses before we go), got diapers together, then one by one got the kids up. This is a task in and of itself, as when you wake my kids that early they are ALL cranky, and the fit Ruth threw in particular was extreme. He got all five kids dressed (even if he only buttoned the top button of Nette's dress), got their shoes on, and got them in the car. Then he came upstairs and woke me up from a very groggy state (I had taken benedryl to counter the shaky on edge feeling the drugs they gave me at the hospital left me with), brought me my clothes since I was having trouble waking up, then helped me find my shoes. He drove to Seattle, and he hung out with the kids while I went to the pharmacy to get some Tylenol for poor Nette who was not feeling well. He pushed me around the zoo in a wheel chair (I weigh more than him and was also holding our 20lbs Jeanette), humored me when I wanted to stop and buy more chicks, waited in the car with the kids while I ran inside various places, then when we got home he let me go upstairs and relax for a while. He mowed the front yard, took care of the kids (ok, he turned the TV on for them, but I am not faulting him here), and tidied the house. After a bit he had the kids start working on chores. Then we had our cupcakes to celebrate Naomi's speech therapy graduation, and I promptly left after that for an HSA leadership dinner. While I was gone, he bathed Zeke, moved his kennel in the house, moved the pen he was in to a different part of the yard, put a cover on it, put the chicken coop in it, and put the chickens in it. He also set up the chicks, did some chores with the kids, did math with the kids, cleaned, hung the diapers he had washed at some point, and got the kids in bed. Then he waited patiently for me to come home, and even more patiently when I sat in the driveway chatting with my friend for an hour and a half. By this point it was about 11pm, and he then helped me go to sleep and finally fell asleep, exhausted, himself.
Today is Friday. He got up at 4am to do patch work for work since he is on call, did some chores, and went to work. Today is the first day of something they call TGIF, which basically means in the summer, if you get your work done early, you get to come home early. We're both very excited about this. He is going to come home and take me to Puyallup to fulfill yet another random pregnancy craving, then I am quite sure he will come home and want to work on a million different little projects around the house. This weekend, he won't take time to have fun unless I force him. He will instead work like a dog to help prepare things for when our newest little girl arrives. He is also going to make a dump run with my step dad then help him make a trip from their storage locker to their new house.
Yes, I love to poke fun at my husband. I love to tease him. I am married to an incredible man, though, that does so much for our family, constantly sacrificing of himself to ensure that things are running as smoothly as they can and to ensure that I do not over do things. I am blessed beyond words to have such an amazing husband.
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