We make a good team.

Sometimes I forget that.

I start to think of everything I do, and it seems like maybe my pillar supports a little more weight.

But while I was packing children's Motrin and Benadryl "just in case" and enough car snacks to sustain us for a week I noticed something.

You didn't stop moving.

You folded the laundry that I pretend doesn't exist and packed up the car like you were playing a game of Tetris.

And as I laid out, outfits for each day (x3 children) this is usually when I start musing to myself about how you'd never make it without me.

I realized I don't have to think about the oil in the car, or the appliance that needs fixing.

I don't adjust the thermostat before we leave for the weekend and I don't check the locks before I crawl into bed at night.

You carry a load of your own.

When I spent the night in the ER with the baby, I came home to a clean house.

When I'm losing my patience at bedtime, you let me tap out.

We take care of them, and together we take care of everything.

Most days we're just trying to survive until bedtime, but when people ask us how we got through it, I'll tell them...

We make a good team.

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