Not your average day...not your average Daddy.

Mark and I went to be around midnight on Thursday, only to be awakened 3.75 hours later to a hysterical daughter who had thrown up on herself in her bed.  Hysterical because this is the second time in her life she has thrown up - and it totally freaked her out.  Apparently a fairly severe 12-hour virus that has been making it's way through Auburn decided to stop at our house.  New sheets and new pajamas - take 1.

Let's just say that there was NO way to avoid her having her hair washed, so at 4am there we were washing hair and bathing.  Turner got in bed with us...and yes, approximately 1 hour later she got sick again (this time in our bed and on me).  New sheets and new pajamas - take 2.

At this point, I start talking with Mark about what we need to do about work that day.  See, this just happened to occur the morning of our biggest field trip of the year - like, charter bus to Birmingham won't be back until almost 7pm field trip.  And I am the contact person at all the venues.  Mark started assuring me at 4am that I should definitely go, and he'd manage things at home.  Not knowing how serious the virus was, etc. I was so conflicted about leaving my sick child at home and made the comment, "That's not what good mommies do."  Mark's response?  "You're not the average mommy and I'm not the average daddy.  Go.  We will be fine."

Because I trust Mark to take absolutely as good of care of Turner as I would and I know beyond the shadow of a doubt that he's not the average daddy...I went to Birmingham.

During the ride to Birmingham, I called home to check in and Mark told me what turner's first words were after opening her eyes that morning.  That sweet thing said, "Daddy, I sorry I spit in your bed."  After Mark reassured her it was completely fine, she said, "And I sorry I spit on mommy's clothes."  Seriously???  Are you kidding me???  Bless her heart.

Long story short (sort of) she got sick in the morning, ate a little lunch and also threw all of it up (this time requiring yet another hair-washing and bath).  New sheets and new pajamas - take 3.  And then just to make things more interesting, she woke up at 330 with around a 102 fever. 

I was pretty anxious to get home (duh) but when I arrived I was greeted by a happy child running at full speed to give me a huge hug and kisses saying, "Mommy I love you and I so glad to see you."  

I was also greeted with all the dirty "sick" laundry washed and dried, and several other loads of clothes washed and folded.  Several tasks that I had been putting off all week had gotten done, even while taking care of a fairly sick child.  I believe that my husband is the most fantastic, most amazing, most humble, most giving man on the planet. And he's DEFINITELY not your average daddy.  Just ask Turner.  For that matter, ask anyone who knows him.

Thank you Mark.  Your precious and pumpkin say you are their hero.