Husband returns

It's been a long, hard slog, but I'm pleased to say that my husband is finally coming home tomorrow. I haven't actually counted the days he's been away (42 out of the past 53). Ok so I hadn't counted them until I wrote that comment and then I only did for the purpose of this post I promise. Put into context, what that means is that I've had rather a lot of mothering duties to perform completely, entirely, utterly on my own.

Here are just a few choice incidents which my husband has missed...

1. A trip to A&E with two screaming children. Click here for the full story.
2. Four delightful children's parties.
3. Edie's first wee wee in the potty and subsequent (rather foul) accident on the stairs (he'll be devastated to have missed that one).
4. A miserable, teething, insomniac of a toddler.
5. A broken-down car whilst away from home.
6. A puking, pooing, generally very unwell 4 year old.

And of course that is without mentioning all the meals cooked, school runs made, nappies changed, teeth brushed, stories read, kisses given, baths run and tantrums averted.

So, in light of all the things that I've had to do on my own and the promises that he keeps making me via phone, text, e-mail and Skype that he will come to my rescue as soon as he is able, I've decided, for his benefit of course, to write a list of all the things I need doing when he finally does return.

1. Breakfast in bed (without children hovering nearby). As much as I love them, marmite on toast and Edie are not a good combination to have in bed with you. Especially not if your duvet is white.
2. Cup of tea in bed (ditto above).
3. A lie-in. Again without children hovering. Please just let me sleep until I wake up naturally and not when I hear 'Mummy' at 6 o'clock in the morning.

But then this is where I go blank. The strange this is, I've been on my own for so long that I've forgottten what it is to be looked after. So this is where you come in. Please, please help me out and suggest some things that my husband can do for me when he comes home.

P.S. - to my husband - I will be forever grateful (that is until you go away again).