He put me to shame

My husband is a saint. Not only did he send me out for a "day of beauty" yesterday, but I came home and the house was spotless. And the kids were bathed.

(Now... I have a confession to make... A *teeny tiny* bit of me was secretly harboring the very evil hope that I'd come home to find the house a mess, Matt naked and Jillian wrapped in a paper towel or something... in other words, that the little world that is our family cannot function somehow without me. And that Mark would bow down and kiss my feet and tell me that he now has the utmost respect for the job I have to do... but, alas, he put me to shame.)

So who's doing the bowing down now? Me. Mark, I love you sweetie and you did a lot for my sanity this weekend.

Jillian had her own gift to me yesterday. She had a bottle at about 8:00 and slept until 3:00 AM... then woke for the day at 6:30 AM. Can't beat that!! Matt was waking up every 2 hours at her age!