All for the greater good

You know, it gets very tiring always basking in the accolades for all that I do. In a way, it doesn't seem fair that Michael is forced to hide in my shadow. So this weekend I'm giving him a gift: I am going away for the weekend so that he, and he alone, can care for the dear children. This is just my humble way of allowing him the opportunity to wallow in the boundless appreciation of his offspring for fetching, slaving, mediating, chauferring, comforting, disciplining, and cleaning up for them. Plus everyone else will declare how awesome he is for doing what I do every damn day, every day of the year such a fabulous job. And I have no doubt that when I return, I will be welcomed into a house that has not been trashed in my absence. And perhaps the children will even have been fed and bathed as they look upon me with their shining faces and say, "Welcome home, Mummy" (in my fantasy, I've suddenly become British).

As for me, well, I'll be partaking of food, drink, merriment, and shopping with a handful of girlfriends. Oh, and also a shamefully expensive massage and facial.

It's a sacrifice, but one I'm willing to make for my husband.