my boys

We got home late this afternoon from spending the night in Austin. Eddie has been waiting for the last six months and gone through endless red tape to get his Texas medical license.

Everything finally came in last week and so we all made the trip to the state capital to see the sights and get that all-important piece of paper which permits Eddie to moonlight and bring in some much-needed extra cash.

So we walked in the door and I went into my regular post-trip frenzy. I was putting things away, getting laundry started, folding the laundry in the dryer and generally being cranky to everyone. While I was making dinner, Eddie and the boys disappeared upstairs. It was really quiet up there, but I figured that they were probably wrestling in our bedroom. When dinner was ready, I had Annie call them downstairs. She called. No one came. She called again. No one came. When they finally came downstairs I was feeling sort of annoyed.

We had dinner and Family Home Evening, and before the "amen" was even out of my mouth, I started up the stairs to get the sheets put back on the beds so the kids could go to sleep. I got to the top of the stairs and expected to see a mountain of sheets and a mess of toys in the playroom.

I was shocked to see that the entire playroom was clean!

I went into Bryce's room, figuring that I had to tackle the hardest bed first (he sleeps on the top bunk, which is wickedly difficult to put the sheets on). I flipped on the light-- and the bed was made! Not only made, but made well!

So while I was downstairs, mentally disparaging the boys for not coming down to dinner, they were upstairs cleaning the playroom and putting the sheets on the bed.

This post is for you, Eddie, Bryce and Isaac. The three guys in my life who don't get the credit you deserve. You're great at making beds and even better at making my life happy.

I love you guys!

--originally published 1/9/06