Here’s what my husband has done today:

1. Make french toast for all of us.

(Sorry, I didn’t think to take a pic.)

2. Build a treehouse all day.

We’ve been working on this treehouse since early July. Walls are going up now!

3. Make roast chicken, rice, and gravy for dinner. (The only reason my kids don’t have scurvy is that HE is the primary cook.)

I know, I don’t deserve all of this. He’s also the primary breadwinner.

I guess what I’m saying is that Charlie can bring home the bacon. He can fry it up in a pan. And he never. Ever. Ever. Lets me forget he’s a MAN.

(I am so sorry. I couldn’t help it.)

Taking Sunday off. See you again Monday!

P.S. It’s halftime for the Falcons’ game, and Charlie’s making homemade ice cream. Makes you want to kill me, doesn’t it?