Amazing Andrew

To clarify: I'm doing pretty well right now. I'm completely overwhelmed by June—with working and taking classes and juggling a handful of writing projects on the side and...swim team. But I'm currently—and perhaps finally—doing fairly well. 

Poor Andrew has been picking up the slack lately. 

I'm telling you—I pulled (or strained) a muscle in my back at the beginning of April and it's just been one incapacitating thing after the other since then (barring my week at the beach, where my back had only just begun feeling back to normal...but, like, then Rachel kicked me in the head and fell on top of me in the waves, as you recall...so that took some recovery as well). Most recently I had a pretty severe case of bronchitis (like so, so bad). 

Should I have gone to the doctor? Maybe. 

Miriam did. 

Right before she left for Europe we took her to the Instant Care (as is our tradition) and they prescribed her some antibiotics since she was still sick weeks later while everyone else got over their sniffles in a day or two. They worked great for her.

I was sick the entire time she was in Europe (because I refused to go see the doctor). 

I'm feeling better now...finally...but it's seriously been just weeks and weeks of me being pretty much out of commission (six weeks recovering from a pulled muscle, three weeks with bronchitis). 

Andrew's been incredible. 

With that back story in mind, you should know that I was sitting in my big comfy chair this evening, with my laptop on my lap, writing away (not even at what I should be writing for school, but at another blog post...which is also important) and Andrew came into the bedroom, changed into his workout clothes, and then gathered up our dirty laundry to carry downstairs and start washing. 

"You're so amazing," I said...from my comfy chair, the shelf beside me still stocked with all my necessities for a long day or night of convalescing. "I don't know how you've been doing everything you've been doing!"

"It's no problem," Andrew began, moving to put his phone into his pocket so he could pick up the laundry basket. 

He was shocked when his phone instead dropped to the ground. 

He picked up his phone and tried to put it in his pocket again, but simply couldn't find his pocket. 

That's when he realized...

"My shorts are on backwards!" he wheezed through his laughter. "That's why I can't find my pockets! Here you are, having this moment, like, 'Ooooh! You're so amazing!' and I'm like, 'Oh, no! My pants are on backwards!'"

Good thing the bed was close by because he collapsed on it in laughter. 

So, it's true that he's been incredible...and it's also probably true that he's ready for me to begin doing a bit more around the house again because he's truly been pulling double duty.