Husband of the Year

Sorry Gordon, you're about to be blogged. . .

I can't imagine what may have run through Gordon's mind when he got home this afternoon. The kids and I were gone, the boys had dentist appointments. The house looked like a tornado had blown through, and maybe thrown up all over the house. The table was completely covered with mail, Ethan's homework, maybe even some breakfast dishes. . . moving onto the family room, he found one of Emilee's blankets, covered in - well - presents from Emilee and just sitting there with a dirty diaper and wet and poopy clothes on top. The floor is also strewn with children's shoes, board game pieces, my lipstick, the baby Bjorn, and a million other out of place things. He heads upstairs. . .

The beds are unmade, the vacuum is sitting squarely in the middle of my bedroom. Not because I used it, but because Chandler pushed it into there. The counters are covered in water spilled by Chandler. He heads to the bonus room. Another giant mess, pillows and blankets everywhere, and the storage closet where the vacuum goes is open. What's that in there? Oh, broken glass from a picture frame. Just sitting there on the floor with board game pieces strewn between. . . Humm. . .

What would go through your mind? Obviously it was a busy day. I had been thinking he'd be cursing me! There was just not enough time today to do, well, ANYTHING!!! (Emilee was a bit clingy today) I was expecting a bit of an exasperated husband when I got home.

Upon Rachel arriving home, she found. . . a cheerful husband just sweeping up the last of the scum off the floor, and washing Chandler's nasty booster chair. The floor was clear, the broken glass cleaned up, the beds made, and the toys picked up. Wow! He's been busy! I grabbed some pasta and started asking the boys which kind they wanted tonight with the leftover spaghetti sauce. Bow ties or spirals? No no, Gordon says, let's order Pizza! No, I say, it's okay, I can manage. But he's insistent. We order pizza and I am set down in the big la-z-boy to feed Em. The pizza arrives and Gordon puts it in the oven. Let's just let it sit for a minute while the kids play outside, okay? Sounds good to me!

At 5:30, he sets the table and the kids come in to eat, AND, my friend Emily Walker shows up with her three kids. What is this? My sweet and observant husband has looked around, and decided I deserved a night off. So, he cleaned the whole house, AND, arranged for a play date for me! He takes all 6 kids, feeds them pizza, and shuffles Emily and Emilee and I out the door to go out for dinner and girl talk.

Where did I get this guy??? I must say, Gordon definitely racked up some cool points tonight. I haven't felt so pampered and loved in quite a while. . .

Thanks hunny. . . I love you so much! Hopefully tomorrow I'll have a bit more time on my hands, and even if I don't, I think it will be easier to get more done anyway, as I'm feeling like I had such a wonderful break tonight. You're the best!