I won't lie, it's been a rough week. And those feelings are only enhanced as I hear Ella continue to protest her evening banishment to the crib.
Our little girl decided that good health was a thing of the past, and being the giving sort, passed along her illness to Kira. Being spared disease, it was up to me to make sure our family needs were met. Many thanks to Mom and Dad for dinner on Friday which really helped get me over the hump (mentally and physically).
I've decided that I'm not really that good at a lot things that Kira does. Somehow in our 3 years of married bliss, I forgot what it's like to have to prepare a lot of meals. And eating what I cook I'm reminded of why Kira took on most of the food preparation responsibilities (and by most, I mean all). Memories of college life bachelorhood come to mind, and I won't say that eating was quite the pleasure it is now. Perhaps that's why I've put on some 20 pounds since June of '05...