11:55am this morning:
Where are you?
I thought you were going to be home by noon?
“I said I might; I didn’t say I would…”
Further discussion about how Marc and Olivia were invited over to the pastor’s house for lunch. However, I had just finished wiping up poo from the bathroom floor and was looking forward to a reprieve from the children’s diarrhea from Marc’s supposed-imminent arrival, so I strongly encouraged him to get groceries and come home.
You see, our house has been struck with some kind of bug. I guess a flu bug. Nothing too major. Luke threw up at school on Friday morning but that was the only time it’s happened. However, all five of us have spent the weekend feeling rather off and all of the kids have made frequent trips to the toilet. We can’t pinpoint where the bug came from, but we do hope it doesn’t last much more than the weekend.
And, yes, I was a bit annoyed when Marc was annoyed that I wanted him to come home. It was at the point of the morning where Luke was flopping around because he didn’t know what to do. And then there was the whole poop on the bathroom floor from the other child who stayed home with me this morning. Luke has now taken to moaning about this being the stupidest day ever and God should never have let him get sick — he is essentially cursing the heavens. And, honestly, with all of the poop I’ve had to deal with this weekend, I’m not too far behind him.
Not the heavens so much as the fact that I was here alone and that Marc seriously contemplated going out for an afternoon of lunch and visiting with friends.
But the funny thing is, is that the kids were asking me all sorts of questions as we hung out this morning. And for a lot of them I had to say, “You’ll have to ask your dad that.” Because Marc knows stuff that I don’t know. And Marc is often a lot smarter than I am. Madeline asked me a “moral” question this morning and I told her we’d see what dad says because he always knows the right thing to do in those kind of situations. He doesn’t care about getting things or saving himself, he wants to do the right thing.
I’m thankful for Marc. Even though it’s been a weekend full of shit, he’s a really, really good guy to have around.