On Monday morning, Tobin laid in bed and groaned. He doesn't get sick often, so he thinks God is punishing him when he does. "Why am I getting sick now?" My unappreciated answer was, because of germs. Sadly Zach had a similar germ so half the family was laid low. Dylan and I, being awesome, did not get sick and went on to school and work. We came home and opened cans of soup for supper because the chief cook was still laying on the floor, groaning. When I offered to prepare something for supper for the following night, Tobin checked to make sure he does nice things for me when I don't feel well. Of course you do, I assured him. Dylan was also affirming. Dad, he said, you have a debilitating need to do nice things for mom. You're always doing nice things for mom.
I'm hoping that debilitating need gets passed on to Dylan and Zach. Come fall when Tobin's in Montana and I'm here, I'll miss those nice things. I'm hoping to be able to do my job from home 2-3 days a week starting in September. The management at my work has to be convinced that this is a good idea so I probably won't have an answer for a few months. But skipping the hour long commute will allow me to be here when the boys get home from school and do nice things for them too.
Tobin and Zach are well again and back to arguing about bedtimes. Zach was the only one of us to feel the earthquake Friday morning but he mistook it for the cat shaking his bed.
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