We just got called "a cute couple". So cute in fact that the receptionist told her sister about how cute we were together. Ha! Looking back a year or two, and that would amaze me... God's grace.
But my husband has done a great job of caring for me. He still is since I am not totally independent yet. He's bossy, I'll tell you that. Made me sleep. Made me take my pills so I would sleep. Didn't let me shower even though I so wanted to sneak one in and not tell the doctor. He's bossy.
But he also managed the kids, the schedules, the cooking, the shopping, and even holding my head when I threw up. (Pain medication and me are NOT a good mix!) He set his alarm to wake me up to take my pills o schedule and pulled himself out of bed in the mornings to fix breakfast for the kids. He's a great husband, if a little bossy.
The good news is that four days of drug enforced sleeping did conquer the remnants of my cold and I am feeling mostly better again. I'm still dragging tired, but that may clear up once all these drugs clear from my system.
I am almost healed from surgery. Not quite yet, and that lingering "not yet" frustrates me. (I am not extremely patient.) I am a little worried. I thought I would be doing better by now and I am not yet. The doctor is pleased, so I should be too, but I will be happier when things are back to normal.
We did however, get our tree up! Slightly haphazardly as I tried to direct without being able to see it well, three boys in how to properly space ornaments around the tree. It is up. It looks like Christmas. And i even threw an apple crisp in the oven last night. (Thank God for those jars of apple pie filling we canned a few months ago!)
So, we might not have the best menu yet or the best tree, but I'll settle for being the cutest couple!