Several months ago after returning from a week long and grueling business trip I came home to the following sticky note placed carefully square smack in the center of my monitor. I left it there for several months. Why? Because it made me feel great! Am I the best? Well, maybe not, but in his eyes I was. His note really made me want to be.
These last two weekends I have had the opportunity to play Mr. Mom, and I mean big time Mr. Mom with five of my eight kids (15 year old girl and boys that are 12, 9, 6 and 4). I’m not use to it, but it has been an experience I wouldn’t mind having more (but nobody tell my wife that). Not because I enjoy dealing with every sibling squabble, washing every dirty dish, delegating chores or even making sure everyone gets off to school without a hitch at four different times!