My hubby gets the medal for Best Husband.
He has a four-day weekend, so on Friday he took our daughter to school (30 minutes one way, an hour round-trip), and picked her up (two hours total). Last Monday was basically my last day of work because I am now very sick with nausea and vomiting. The high school principal in Missouri that I had subbed for a few times called me to offer me a position.
I was very flattered that he thought of me, but I told him I moved to Georgia. (It’s definitely nice when principals reach out to you themselves to offer an availability; I’ve always wondered what kind of teacher I am.) I’ve been basically spending all day in bed sleeping.
My hubby has been changing the bags in my puke bucket every time I throw up… and he tried to make some white-boy version of congee for me. ♡ I love him so much, he is the best husband and father to us; and the greatest provider for our family. He works so hard, and I’m so grateful that we are able to still be comfortable in an one-income household, especially in today’s economy. (I definitely know what it’s like having to work while pregnant, and worry about finances, as I’ve experienced that anxiety before; so it’s definitely nice being taken care of.)
I kind of felt bad that I threw up dinner though, because it cost a lot — I wouldn’t have felt as bad if we had ordered from McDonald’s! (I actually had McDonald’s the other day, and surprisingly, I was able to hold down the fish filet sandwich really good.) I was very happy when he came home with it, because I had never told him what to get (especially since people that knows me, knows I usually don’t eat that stuff); but he knows me so well because that’s actually the only thing I’ll eat from McDonald’s.
We are so blessed to have him. ♡