Sweet...

This morning I was feeling really sick. Zack came in to see me to say good morning and I was clinging to my heating pad and must have had a pretty terrible look on my face. (I have a stubborn baseball sized cyst that has taken up residence on my ovary for the past couple of months and it's kicking my trash...) "Whoa mom! Are you OK?" I told him I'd be OK but I might not be able to get out of bed this morning so I asked him to please help Bryce and Avery as much as he could. He went down stairs and I heard Robb tell Zack he was in charge and to be a big help.

I heard him downstairs talking nice, not bossy like he usually does. No one was fighting, it was quiet. Pretty soon, I hear them all coming up the stairs, trying to be quiet. They walked in my room with a plate of scrambled eggs and toast. I knew teaching Zack to make scrambled eggs would pay off! It was so sweet. They put Avery up on my bed to "help me" eat my breakfast and then they ran back downstairs. It was still very quiet downstairs which made me a little nervous. Then I heard the vacuum...hmm. They ran back upstairs with this letter:

Drugs had kicked in enough by then so I got up and started to make my way downstairs. (I couldn't wait till the afternoon and I knew they wanted me to see what they did before they left for school.) They had cleaned up the best they could. They had made a "play place" in the corner with toys for Avery. They had pillows and a blanket on the couch for me with the remote and a diet coke poured into a glass with ice. I mean do they know me or what? They also had a stack of pictures they had drawn for me. It was just so cute and I think it made me feel even better than the vicodin did. Ha ha...I love my sweet kids.