An eye on Dad

The past few days I have been sick. Nothing drastic, but enough to make me feel lousy and need to rest. Luckily Mike saw the need to step up and take control...and has proven entirely capable.

He has come home from work the last two nights and cooked dinner. The meal was already decided and all he had to do was cook it, but the point is he did. Without the innate skill of multi-tasking, the cooking process took MUCH longer than normal and many, many more pots and pans were used than usual, but the meal was good, the kids ate most if it (well, at least the same amount as they would for me!), and I didnt have to do it!

When I crawled into bed early, the dishes got done, the house was tidied. This morning, Mike took the kids to creche at the normal time so that I could spend the morning resting properly. He got them dressed and even did Megan's hair. As I watched them leave I was actually impressed with the choice of clothes and the style of Megan's hair-do.

So I started thinking...if anything happended to me, my little family would still get fed and leave the house looking respectable! If left to Mike completely, I think the kids' vegetable intake would diminish drastically, (because he seems to have some deep-rooted aversion to vegies), and it would be interesting to see the choice of new clothes purchased by him, but I'm sure he would look after them.

Rather morbid musings...but nice to know my two littlies (and the big one) are in capable hands :)