When I’m Sick

I’ve been sick the last few days and am just starting to feel human again. Tired, but good. Rob has done a fabulous job trying to work and take care of the kids while I’ve been in bed. He’s even done a couple loads of dishes and cleaned the kitchen. So tonight he departed to scouts and I’m at home. The kids are tearing the house apart while I’m sitting on the couch just watching them. Toys and crayons are strewn everywhere, laundry (both clean and dirty) are in baskets in every room of the house, leftover dinner is still on the table, and I can now hear them pulling things out of the pantry. I keep telling myself that I’ll get it all cleaned up after I get them to bed, but I know I’ll just sit in front of the tv watching some lame reality show I have absolutely no interest in and eat ice cream. Oh, well. I’ll be more energetic tomorrow, right? Just don’t come over 😉

And here’s a story I like to call A Touch of Class.

Yesterday we received a client’s birth announcements from the printer in the mail. They live in Herriman and since Rob was taking the kids to Cowabunga Bay in Draper, he decided he’d just drop the announcements off afterward.

For some reason both Rob’s and Nate’s shirt got picked up or stolen so the boys were shirtless. Rob called our clients to inform them he was stopping by but they didn’t answer. So Rob just showed up on their doorstep, unannounced, in a swimming suit, shirtless. Classy. Professional. Not at all white trash.

Hahaha. Sorry, Josh.

2 thoughts on “When I’m Sick

  1. hey! Julie sometimes you have to do what you have to do and let the house get messy, let the kids play by themselves and eat ice cream! I hope you feel better. Let me know if you need a dinner.

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