Last night, I ran out of our house at 6:15 for time with the girls. I took Ethan with me for a playdate. Julia was crying and begging me to take her out of her highchair. Kylie was crying and begging me to take her with me. The house was a disaster. The floor needed swept. None of the dishes were washed. Supper was still on the table. Toys covered the living room floor. Poor Caleb. I ditched him with two sad girls and a disaster area in place of our home. I assumed I'd come home to a messy house and two very tired, cranky girls.
Well, I walked in the door at 9:30ish and was VERY surprised! It was quiet. Both girls were asleep. The dishes were clean, the floor swept, the toys picked up. Caleb even cleaned the bathtub! I would be proud of myself to get that much done in a whole day, and he did it in three hours. I was impressed. And very grateful. It was wonderful to wake up this morning and be greeted by a calm, clean, peaceful house.
What a wonderful husband I have!