Turns out hubby is feeling a little frustrated about our extra mouth to feed. He grumbled about fosterthing, muttered about the added food, and complained about tripping over houseboy on the way to the washer. I let him vent for a minute.

Then I told him to shut up.

I reminded him he’s a pack leader, and this is what leadership looks like — adapting, commanding, and enjoying what we’ve built. I also told him I plan to spend the entire day with him in bed tomorrow.

And with four boys at our service, we’ll have everything we need right within reach.

I won’t be online tomorrow. I have better things to do.