I felt like garbage yesterday, much like I do right now. My husband would never tell me if he also felt like garbage, so let's assume he didn't. Either way, he did all the meal preparation and cleanup, all the entertaining, all the fight moderating, all the kid-bathing and bedtime. He was basically a single parent with a guest leaving dirty tissues around. And he nailed it. I'm grateful to have gotten sick on a weekend, when I had a reliable backup to call in. I mean, even when I'm not sick, he does all the things on the weekends, but he did them with literally no help from me, and without complaint. Someone start a file for sainthood.
Mom and I slipped away yesterday afternoon for a trip to town. We had a relaxing couple of hours away from all the chaos at the lake. We shopped, drove around town chatting, I visited the sacrament of reconciliation, and we picked up my favorite small-town pizza joint pizza for supper. I love my hometown so much, but don't spend much time there anymore now that my parents live at the lake. I enjoyed cruising around town catching up on the changes and updates. Mom caught me up on local news, and I accidentally bought a dress, two shirts and a travel mug. That type of thing happens when I hang with my mom, but that's OK! It was a wonderful afternoon and I'm grateful for our little escape.
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