Well, my husband's back to his day job after nine months of (paid, thank God!) sabbatical. Yesterday the students returned to the campus that J-Jo beleives she's the queen of and spring semester is officially underway. In addition to being a husband, father, phenom of literary fiction and graphic novelist, he's Professor J again.
Since May 2006, we've been tag teaming it day to day with our brood, living through spilled Cheerios, stomach viruses and thankfully nothing worse. Sure, we've had our moments when we've wanted to strangle the other person for even suggesting the idea of going to take a nap, but for the most part, it's been blissful. I'm going to miss packing the kids up in the Odyssey I once thought he and I were both way too cool for to take our spontaneous adventures, but all good things (and challenging things, too) must eventually come to an end.
I hate to see him go. We have a couple of responsible and really wonderful babysitters, but at the end of the day, there's nothing like daddy. Thanks, honey, for providing for us while being here with us at the same time these past few months instead of going to your office to hide. Especially those times when there were two stinky diapers to change, dirty dishes in the sink and a five year old who insists on singing "Hey Ya", non-stop at the top of her lungs. We love you.