Nothing better than the real thing

So, I came down with one awful stomach bug on Sunday. The kind that of bug that when Daniel asked me if I needed anything, I asked for an exorcism. Just horrific and not the kind of thing I really wanted to deal with in my last two weeks of pregnancy.

Daniel was wonderful through all of this, though. He had to work the evening I came down with it and was at my worst. I was on my own with the kids and barely able to make it until their early bedtime. It was one of those times when I just kept repeating aloud, "Okay, okay, okay..." over and over. Anyway, he came home to take good care of the me and the kids.

He got home around 12:30am and proceeded to clean the natural disaster of a home that was left for him since I could not do my nightly ritual of disaster recovery that he obliviously comes home to every night. In fact, I think the shock of the state the house was in was enough to send him into panic mode that he was up for three hours cleaning everything. We are talking, he cleaned the kitchen meticulously more than I have been able to muster for months in my condition, vacuumed the entire downstairs, and started two loads of laundry. Yes, all of this commotion did rouse me a bit during the night, but I have learned not to question things when I hear a vacuum running the middle of the night. I won't go into detail on why that is, but I know Daniel will be laughing at it when he reads this.

Anyway, I wake up in the morning and drag myself out of bed prepared to throw some cereal at the kids to keep them from eating one another while I crawl back into bed. I just assumed Daniel would be passed out on the couch from all his nighttime activity. Boy, was a I shocked when he had them all set up already. He was in high spirits letting me know he had everything under control and to go back to bed. Let me tell how quickly I got myself back in bed just out of fear he was playing some cruel joke on my sick, sick soul.

So, I spent the morning in bed while he continued to care for the kids and clean more house. I am was in heaven. I was even able to get out to see my dr for a couple of hours to get some medication to relieve me from my sick hell. Oh, my dream husband.

Well, a couple of days have past since all of this. I am back to my old self. I am starting to get accustomed to the time change. Please, someone let my kids know it is okay to sleep in when we fall back. Daniel, of course, has been bragging about what a wonderful husband he is to me. I, of course, smile proudly and fully agree with him. He is absolutely wonderful to me. I don't know what I would do without him. He is even joking half seriously about how easy it was for him to do all of my work that takes me the course of a week to accomplish in just a couple days while taking care of the kids for me. Apparently, I am a bit of a slacker.

I am beginning to notice a few small things, though. It started yesterday when Ava comes to me proclaiming how Barbie has a new holiday movie that is "available now" and "yours to keep", and that Daddy promised her she could have it for Christmas. Oh, and let's not forget the GIANT tantrum she threw when I suggested she not get tv because we were going to play outside. Hmmmm....that is not a normal response from my child who rarely asks for television because I don't really allow that much in our home. Ooooh, you mean it could possibly have something to do with the virtually non-stop television she was allowed to watch while Daddy was on duty? Needless to say, we are now on tv detox here.

The other big one I am discovering has to do with my washing machine after Daniel decided to do, oh....about six loads of laundry in a day's time. I went to toss a load in today only to discover globs of fabric softener ALL OVER the inside of the machine and the dispenser AND laundry that has already been dried and put away. Apparently, he refused to listen to me the last time he did laundry when I explained the importance of adding water to the fabric softener dispenser to dilute it. So, I spent a fair amount of time taking apart the dispenser to clean out in hot water and bleach and scooping out the globs from inside my machine.

Hmmm....I really love my husband and appreciate all that he does for me. He is a wonderful, wonderful provider, partner, best friend, and father to my children. However, he has another thing coming if he seriously thinks he could ever just take on my role in this house so easily.