Last night, I was contemplating my piece for writers club this month. The theme is love, and I had some pretty good stuff planned out.
This morning, Theo decided to wake up at five and be a total grump until nine when he finally went down again. I went back to bed, just as Corbin was getting up. I was glad he'd gotten rest, since he'd been a big sicky all weekend.
When I woke up around 11:30, I heard my boys playing in the living room. Then I heard some scuffling in the hallway, and saw two faces smile around the corner at me.
Corbin was showered and shaved, and the baby had a new outfit on. I got up feeling a whole lot better, but I was about to have my socks knocked off.
While I was asleep, Corbin had completely cleaned the kitchen. He'd done dishes, he'd wiped counters, he'd even mopped up the dried-on raisin bran that had been on the floor for a few days (it was a long week, guys).
As a bonus, Corbin had even straightened up the bathroom and cleaned the toilet. Then when Theo woke up, they played so I could keep sleeping.