It's Sunday morning and my family went to church without me. My head is pounding but the truth, which I confessed to The Man, is I just desperately needed a couple hours alone. "I'm drowning in children," I said. "I just need to come up for air."
One of our pastors is doing a series on marriage. The wives took their medicine last week and today it's the husband's turn.
"Go without me, honey, and learn how to be a good husband already!" I said with a grin.
And then I chuckled at my joke as he cheerfully herded our four spit-shined children out the door and into the minivan.
That man should be teaching the class.