Or shall I say Marchville set a record? We all we able to set aside our busy schedules (work, school, fencing, tae kwon do), differences of opinions, and personalities and contract the worst stomach flu bug within hours of one another. Wow, now that’s team work! When we really decide to go for something, we do NOT mess around!
Wee Monkey kicked off the festivities, and within a few days sick camp had been moved to the living room where we could take turns on the sofas, pillows, sleeping bags, afghans and towels because we had… shall we say exhausted our bed resources and Mister Monkey and I could not strip beds and do laundry. During this excellent show of team effort I was never more grateful for three bathrooms, until of course I had to clean them a few days ago.
But back to our record – I think I lost count after fifteen loads of laundry:
all bedding washed – check
all towels washed – check (some multiple times)
all comfy clothes washed – check (again multiple times)
every afghan washed – check
pillows – check
One Felted Hand knit hat – Ooops – crap! (well, Mister Monkey had gone a while without anyone pilfering this one)
railings, door handles, frig door, etc. washed – check
Caught up on dishes – check
Caught up on Shopping – check
Get Monkeys ready to return real world – check
Of course in all of this I did manage to get a few pictures, and the Crafter Monkey and I did venture out over the weekend because we were on the mend and just did not want to miss a field trip (there’s a post in the works about that coming soon).
But all the above hard word was not mine alone. Mister Monkey is the CEO of Marchville right now. And doing a damned great job.
Mister Monkey as many of you know has been the stay at home Dad for nearly nine months and been adjusting to it quite well. Unemployment is not fun, it’s stressful for all in Marchville (that’s our homestead) some days he makes look so easy and fun that I do get jealous and wish I was the stay -at-home parent, and other days I see and hear the stress in him and can relate.
That was me. I try very hard not to say to him ‘now you know how it feels’ but there were many days he would come home and just seemed not to get ‘it’. Why would I need to go running and screaming away from our beautiful little cherubs? Why??? Because if another little one grunts at me with an empty sippy cup or stinky diaper I’m gonna get in the car and run away or get out the wine – which would you prefer? yeah, I thought so….. I’m going grocery shopping ALONE!
Kudos to Mister Money, I have found no evidence of wine or wild turkey. The kids adore him, are clean, clothed, and fed. He surprises me with his grocery shopping prowess, short order cooking skills, and hasn’t dropped off/picked up a single monkey late or in wrong place. I wish I could say the same. When they were infants & toddlers at least they were pretty confined and didn’t realized they could complain about the cuisine.