The cold of all colds recently crushed me. Perhaps it was a flu? I've always been kind of iffy on the difference there. Anywho, suffice it to say, the last week has sucked. Fortunately, my wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful husband picked up my slack completely. He took care of the kids. He did the shopping. He made the meals. He still managed to fit some work in there. My kitchen counters have never been so clean. He's totally kicked my ass at being a housewife this week. Perhaps I really do need to step up my game a tad?
Granted, dinner on Tuesday evening was french fries. He made them from potatoes and brought out the deep fryer. I don't have any proof but I'm thinking he was secretly happy I was too weak to protest the use of the deep fryer. I asked Shea what Daddy had made for dinner that night.
"French fries." "But did he serve anything with them?" "Oh yeah. Ketchup and mayonnaise."