I've got a great guy.
If Gunner was here, he would have helped me clean the house all day. (For the record, he said he would clean the house for a year over being in Afghanistan for one more day. Let that be noted, because I will be calling on that later.)
He would walk the dog in the snow.
He would have read stories to the kids.
Tucked them into bed.
"Whooshed" them. (Basically, that means he takes their covers, throws them up in the air and everyone in the room cries "woosh". I apparently don't do it the same, so I am relieved from that duty.)
He would have helped get dinner on the table.
He would have given Junior a bath. (For the record, GUNNER'S son colored his entire body with markers today during 'quiet time' because he was trying to be a secret agent and not be recognized.)
Tonight at dinner Abs and I had this conversation:
Abs: What if we get snowed in?
Me: We won't, we'll be fine.
Abs: At least if we run out of food, we have you to eat.
Yes, my children decided last summer while we were camping, that in case of emergency I would be the first one eaten because all I do is take pictures.
Please check on me tomorrow in case my children decided to "feast".