So I officially such as a wife. Father’s Day is a day when my two-full-time-job-working husband should have been pampered and slaved over. Instead, I came home from work at about 7:45am and went to bed. He, on the other hand, cooked for the kids, cleaned the house, did all of our laundry, ran errands and helped make his Father’s Day dinner. I woke up at about 4pm, feeling like shit. I kept running back and forth to the bathroom and my stomach was in knots. I admit I was a bitch from hell today. I feel really bad about it, too. He wanted me to make green chicken enchiladas, which I did, and I made spanish rice as well. He made the refried beans, which came out amazing. He didn’t get to sit down to really relax until about 6pm. I ended up calling in to work tonight (which I feel absolutely awful for doing), because even at this moment I feel like crap still.
We got Will some weights for Father’s Day, which he loved. Then the girls gave him some handmade cards and Alexis played a song on the guitar that she made just for him. Did I tell you guys that Will’s Dad got Lexi a guitar? It’s so cute, and way too big for her, but she really wanted it so he bought it. Will bought her a strap to help keep it on her. She and Desiree have really gotten into “writing music” for the guitar. She doesn’t know how to play yet, so she writes numbers 1-6 (I think that’s how many strings are on the guitar) on a paper, each number indicating which string she is to strum. If you’ll see in the first picture, Desiree is holding her “sheet music”. She makes up her own little tunes with that and it is so exciting to see. She hasn’t made words yet, except for the time that she sang me a lullabye with the guitar to get me to sleep. Check her out:
Yeah, you suck. JUST KIDDING. He knows that you know he is a great father…you don’t need to go overboard on certain holidays, just let him know everyday!