I told Mike Tuesday night I wish his work had spouse-sick leave, because I had been fighting a cold for a couple days now and needed a day of rest. I woke the next morning to a card taped to my door. A cute little turtle, a handprint from Hendrix and a note from Mike telling me sleep in and rest, because he would be taking care of the kids all day. Mike rarely gets sick, he's called out to work maybe twice in the last decade, so he chose to use a personal day to personally take care of me.
I slept until 10am, only to be woken by the phone, because he had taken the kids on a walk. The kitchen was clean and a variety of soups where laying on the counter, he also had 7-up and juice chilling in the fridge. After a little brunch, and a little nap. Mike returned with rented movies. We put the kids down for a nap and watching 'Juno', a totally cute movie. I took a 45 minute bath and read my magazine, until I had to get ready to go visit teaching.
I'm very thankful for a husband who cares for me and knows when I'm at my wits end and need a break.