Today was hard.
Somedays just end up being like that regardless of how many times I try and tell myself it’ll pass.
Hallie was sick, again. Doctor’s office. Hunter screaming. Trying to keep up with the mess that Hallie kept creating. It was hard.
The day’s one redeeming moment: walking through the front door after running errands and finding a spotless and sanitized home. I married a good man, really good. He even cleaned the bathroom. He deserves an award.
Tomorrow I will refer to him as King of the Castle. That’s a decent award. He deserves more, but I’m not sure I have the energy for more than a catchy name for him. He’ll understand. I’ll make sure he recognizes what a huge gift that was for me, and I’ll call him King of the Castle.
That’s a good award!
Men like to be "King" of anything… I think its a perfect award!
by the way…i want an invite to the private version of your thoughts too.
Maybe you could drum up a cool badge for him to wear too. You know like in kindergarten when you are star of the week.
cleaning the house after a day like that is huge. really huge. sorry it was a messy day. ugh.
Yay for Steve! A clean house is worth more than gold, especially when it is cleaned by your hubby – and especially on days like that. Major brownie points!
way to go steve. i just looked at your 80's post- so cute. i want you to host a b.day for me- or wish i just lived close enough to be invited to yours!! miss you guys!
These Pothier boys sure are good. Marva was a good teacher.