You gotta love him...

From my sickbed on the sofa, I can see the living room strewn with toys and a few bags and boxes of bathroom stuff that has not yet been moved back into the bathroom.

(Um. Not sure I mentioned it. Leo and a couple of guys who do remodeling for his boss redid our bathroom this weekend. Drywall, paint, new tub, new sink, new floor and shower tile. The works.)

Anyway...as I was saying, the living room looks like the aftermath of the End Times. The drywall dust on the furniture (the floor, at least, has been vacuumed) additionally helps neither the room's appearance nor my general health.

My poor husband...he has been playing nursemaid to Audrey and me, cooking for us, bringing me Sprite and ice cream, keeping Aislinn entertained...ok, the last one actually needs a little work. He likes to think he can keep an ear on her from the office while he "gets a little work done", as she transforms the living room yet further into Doom and Destruction. Actually, I think he also secretly thinks that I am not so sick that I can't run after her.

Right.

So. While Leo is "listening for her" two rooms away, she has:

• Eaten one piece of Life cereal from a bowl he handed her (and left her with unsupervised), before proceeding to dump the remainder in the bowl onto the floor.
• Dumped the bowl again, in a different place in the same room, after he picked the cereal up off of the floor and gave it to her AGAIN (the man has a slow learning curve, I'm telling you)
• Brained her sister with the alarm clock I used this morning to wake up in time to call the school to call Audrey in sick (because I knew Leo would forget about this detail, and this is one detail I am unwilling to let slide. Do you think I would welcome a truant officer and/or a social worker at my door at this point?)
• Grabbed the TV tray I was eating from and nearly gave me a heart attack as she almost poured hot chicken soup all over herself.

And yet...he put a load of laundry in the washer today for the first time in...well, years, quite honestly. He is right now running an errand for bread and popsicles for Audrey. And when he comes back, he is taking both kids with him to the doctor. I need to make it clear, though: the point is HE is taking them, not he is taking BOTH of them. It's necessary to make this point because 20 minutes ago we noticed Aislinn's cheeks were flushed, and sure enough, she's running a low-grade fever. So I got her squeezed in with Audrey's appointment this afternoon.

However, he WAS going to take her anyway. And my main point is...HE IS TAKING THE KIDS TO THE DOCTOR! Never mind he doesn't know the doctor's name, never mind I made the calls. He is taking them, not me.

And I have great suspicions he will not be going to the Bible study this evening that he was planning on taking Aislinn with him. Because, she's sick, and I know he will not leave me here, sick, with two sick kids to take care of.

If he says he is, I am immediately leaving and checking into a motel until I have recovered.