Never Absent, Always Late

This post is about my husband.  Tomorrow morning he has hernia repair surgery.   It’s a small groin hernia that isn’t causing him discomfort or pain, but is better to get corrected so that other complications—like bowel obstruction—aren’t a possibility.

My mother-in-law has come to visit for a day to take him to the hospital while I wrangle the children.   She and I were teasing my husband tonight about having to set his alarm and get up early.   Mornings aren’t my husband’s favorite thing to wake up to.   He is excellent at sleeping in and without an alarm in place he can do just that, even with rowdy children running around.  

He got a little irritated at us, which I don’t blame him for, even if it was in good fun.  He can and does get up when needed, but I learned something about him today from his mother, something I’d never heard.

When he was in high school he had the best attendance.  He was rarely ill and if he was he would still go to school.   What he wasn’t though, was on time.   His mother said the teachers commented he was, “never absent, always late.”

The Big Boy Update:  My mother-in-law was telling our children tonight that when dad comes home tomorrow they shouldn’t climb or jump on him because he will be recovering from surgery.   My son replied, “Well daddy shouldn’t come near us or lie down then."

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  My daughter wrote (drew) all her own thank you cards for her birthday presents.   She has taken a recent interest in drawing free hand (not just coloring in) and I let her draw whatever she wanted.   She would draw something on a the card after I told her who it was for and when she was done, she would tell me what was on the card.   I would then write what she wanted to tell them from her and then she and I sealed and mailed the cards.   My son is looking forward to drawing on his own cards after his birthday next month.