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I love the weekends. Normally, I love the weekends because the Ouisers all get to be together, and I have some help in the parenting department from 8-6. This weekend is different, though. I'm looking forward to the weekend for Mr. Ouiser. He needs a break. Have you seen him lately? He looks a bit like he's been hit by a truck. Between the amazing amount of work that he has to do at work and the amazing amount of stress in his life that comes from this roller coaster of caring for his dad, he's kind of got a lot going on. He leaves the house in the mornings around 5:30, and he hasn't been home yet this week before 6:30. Then he works from home after he's eaten dinner, twice working for a couple of hours after I went to bed. Also, he hasn't slept well in the five weeks since his dad first got sick. He's constantly on edge, worried that the phone will ring. So, he's operating on practically no sleep. Loads of work. Sick parent stress. And a hormonal wife. Also, there is an upcoming birth to worry about. I don't even think that's made his radar yet.

I think it's safe to say that the man deserves a break. He at least needs a weekend.

So, I'm making dinner. Chicken and dressing. Green beans (he won't eat those, they're for me and S). Cherry Cake Pudding. I'm hoping beyond hope that after dinner, he'll put his feet up and relax. Maybe watch a movie. Maybe he'll just fall asleep. But Mr. Ouiser needs to rest, so send him some restful thoughts, will you?

Here's a photo (shocking, I know) of the little helper that would love for her daddy to get some rest...or at least a yummy cake.