Día De la Madre

I am very likely the world's second worst husband. Okay, maybe not that bad, but here I am sitting in the hospital on Mother's Day. It's my job. Not my choice. I've become pretty immune to working holidays, as our family doesn't seem to have any huge unmissable events or meanings associated with any particular holiday. Today, however, I am feeling guilty about missing my wife and mother of my children. Perhaps it is because I know that she is dealing with crying children, multiple wardrobe changes due to vomitting/diarrhea, and general fussing of a two and a half year old and two five month olds. Perhaps it is because I love her and couldn't possibly treat her as well as she deserves and I am using the guise of work to lower any expectations that I might have needed to meet.

I just came soooo close to writing a list of why I am glad she is mine and why I am proud she is my baby momma. It nearly induced vomitous in it's sacchrine coating and sugary sweet nothingness. I think I will keep this list to myself, or perhaps write it in a future post once I know that no one is listening and will not face the taunts of my more cynical friends. Anyway, Happy Mother's Day Beautiful! Thank you for everything you do.