Happy Father’s Day

Yup, I know it’s late, I worked the last 4 days, we went camping the 3 days before that and then I worked the 5 days before that. There was no time, plus I didn’t know where to start. Actually I think I’ll start my post on the last 4 days working. Yep, that’ll work.

Thursday, this Momma went to work at 5AM and came home at 7PM. That means Steven had the kids by himself for 14 hours (believe me that is tough work). Cleaning and cleaning and cleaning up. Cooking yummy foods only to have them turn up their noses to it. Reading the same book over and over and over again. “School Time” for Seporah, learning through repetition. Giving baths, changing diapers, wiping noses and all the other stuff. Plus there’s only 1 car, so he when he wants to take the girls somewhere, he either has to take the bus or use both his legs dragging them along. And then I get home and there’s steak and potatoes and broccoli. And then Steven had to go Home Teaching. I was so tired I was like NOOOO, DON’T LEAVE ME HERE WITH THEM!!!!! (See how incredibly supportive I am) So Steven brought along Felicity.

Friday, this Momma went to work at 5AM and came home at 7PM. Again with the same stuff as Thursday. And he made a rice dish for dinner. But then this Momma had a terrible day at work and came home with a migraine and instead of taking the kids off his hands laid down in bed with the lights off. Did Daddy complain, nope, he just did everything in his power to make it all better and kept a smile on his face.

Saturday, this Momma went to work at 5AM and came home at 745PM (Don’t you just love staying late at work). Again with the same stuff as Thursday and Friday. And we had mac and cheese for dinner (there is a steady decline in quality of meals as the days progress, but I mean, they’re still made every day). This one was a little wearing on him, “14 hrs I can handle, but we get into hour 15, that’s the hardest hour.” Everyone still happily smiling.

Sunday, we actually woke up did some cleaning. This Momma made breakfast, a serious change in pace, since normally Daddy’s all about Sunday morning breakfast. And Dad ate it with a smile on his face. Then Daddy was at church from 830AM-5PM doing all the clerk stuff. He did have to take a break in the middle to take me to work at 1PM since I had an evening shift and we only have 1 car. Then he did the stuff with the kids and came to pick me up at 10PM wit the kids in the car. And I end up staying until 1045PM as he’s sitting outside the hospital with the kids still in the car (Seporah was asleep, Felicity awake). I came into the car and plopped down exhausted as I didn’t get a dinner break (again). We went and picked up the fastest thing to eat at Safeway (peaches and hot pockets) as no one’s gone to the commissary in FOREVER.

Did Steven complain once at his very, very busy Sunday that should have been a nice relaxing Father’s Day? No, not even once. He never complains. He never throws his hands up and goes “OMG, I can’t do this anymore!!!!!” (that’s me BTW, if you can’t tell). He just takes one day at a time patiently and loves each of us all the time. I’ll tell you what, he’s the Best Dad Ever.