Texts to me on Sunday (day of my ER visit):
Boy 1: (While I am at the hospital, hooked up to an IV – the same one that drove me to Walgreens and saw the ambulance take me to the ER): “You don’t have to take me to the bowling party for my coach. So don’t worry about it. You don’t have to rush home or anything.”
Girl: Hi Mama! I love you! I miss you! Get better soon.
Boy 2: Do you know when dad will be home? Like is he staying there the whole time with you?
Girl: “I have a surprise for you when you get home. I hope you are starting to feel better.”
Boy 1: “Will you be late? We wondering if we could do something when you get home. you don’t have to, but with dad.”
I come home at 5 something. My daughter’s surprise is that she has cleaned the entire kitchen and family room and did some laundry since I wasn’t feeling good and I should rest.
Boy 2 comes upstairs at 7:00 pm and asks, “What’s for dinner because you know it’s 7?”
I respond, “How about you ask dad or your siblings and figure it out. order a pizza or something.”
Boy 2: “OK. Well dad is taking a nap and I didn’t want to bother him.”
Girl: “Don’t worry guys, I will make dinner. Cheese sticks, bagel bites, mac and cheese? Anything else?”
I sure am thankful I had a third kid! Someone will take care of me in my old age!