Adorable Child at breakfast this morning:
I hadn’t realized all the things Daddy does…”
She said this (I’m a tad embarrassed to admit) because she was eating her waffles with a plastic fork. All the “real” forks were in the dishwasher… which I’d just started.
Polimom was a bit quicker to notice that Daddy’s hand was off the tiller. My own rude awakening (literally) was when I remembered yesterday at 5:30 am that the auto-start for the coffee-maker requires nightly feeding and watering. (The good news about the coffee-maker is that I also remembered that its innards need to be cleaned periodically. This morning’s cup tasted much better than it has in awhile…)
We’re feeling the pinch most, though, with the dog — ostensibly AC’s, but long-since converted to Dear Husband’s faithful companion.
No matter how many times I walk her or take her to the park and throw the ball, I’m just not the preferred human — and doggy treats only make up for so much.
It’s funny (in an awe-inspiring way) how big a hole someone’s absence can cause, eh? If you’re reading this, DH… thank you for all you do. We’ve noticed.
