Being intentional about doing film stuff with my husband has been really, really good for us and our marriage. Last week we had the film shoot for "Dudes Episode Two" at our house [it's okay if you have no idea what I'm talking about], and since then I have spent hours in front of the computer learning how to edit, watching Josh edit, and even doing a bit of my own. Turns out being musical helps with that whole movie editing thing. Who woulda thunk?
Others, however, have not been so lucky. I had the honor of taking care of a sick friend's kiddos for nine hours, making me a "mother" to three children for the day. For my "hard" work, I was rewarded with an accident minutes after arrival [hence the pee smell in the bathroom] and watching my husband wrangle a wiggling 7 month old with a blowout. Our kid was never a gymnast during diaper changes, so this was Josh's first time deciding which was worse, a poop covered infant, or a poop covered carpet. I wish you had been there.
In all seriousness, all the kids were really manageable the whole time. But I am officially stating here that mothers of three young children deserve medals for bravery.