My Husband

My husband is wonderful. He gets up every morning and gets the school kids ready for school, and changes the small ones and when he still has time, he gets the twins breakfast, too. All this so that I can spend a little more time in my bed (usually reading, but sometimes I am still sleeping).

Once my husband goes to work, my day begins. I get up and do all of the morning stuff. If my day goes bad, I can generally call or text or otherwise message my husband and he listens and tries to encourage me. Of course, there are times when he can't be there for me, but when he can, he is there.

When he comes home from work, he eats dinner and entertains the kids. At bedtime for the kids, he reads the stories, and we tag team to get everyone otherwise ready.

Saturdays are when things vary. Tony generally has something that he is doing, whether it's something at the church, umpiring, or just something around the house or on the computer. If the activity is something that a kid can come along, he usually takes one or two with him. He doesn't take all four places by himself, but really, who can blame him? I do it, but I'm crazy.

Sundays Tony and I tag team to get the kids and ourselves ready for church. That's usually a pretty big mess. My husband lacks girly fashion sense, and Becca used to be a help for him, telling him what can and cannot go together, but her taste in clothes got weird, so there are times when I have to re-dress the girls. He doesn't do hair, either, at least not girl's hair. These are just not skills that he has had to acquire yet, and that is totally understandable. The other day when I was not feeling well, and didn't get up to finish Becca's hair for school, it looked like a daddy did it. It was functional (sort of) but not exactly beautiful. Still, I think it was a good try.

This Sunday evening my husband is being ordained as a pastor. Tony is worried about kneeling for a really long time, but he will be fine (if not, I'll be there to video the fall so we can all laugh later). Anyway, I just thought that today would be an appropriate day to brag a little on my husband. He is an awesome man of God who cares for his family well.

The service on Sunday will be interesting. I'm leaving the girls in childcare, they won't sit through that long service, but Micah will be in with us. I think I'll bring some legos or something. The normal crayons probably won't last through the really long prayer session (when Tony will be knealing), so I'm thinking a bigger goodie bag will be appropriate. I was debating bringing Becca in, but she gets bored during a regular service, and this one will probably be worse from a 5 year old's point of view. Still, I'll be prepared just in case she decides she wants to come. She has been known to do that kind of thing if the kids that she wants to play with aren't in childcare. My little social butterfly gets that from her daddy (well, she certainly didn't get it from me).

So, that's what's happening this weekend.