I'm kind of lucky and unlucky at the same time - in that when I was pregnant with the triplets, I got so big my pelvis came apart, so I'm now kind of disabled. So I'm home all day - but also because I cant care for the kids on my own and do school runs and things, hubby is too (gave up his dream job for me

bless him). Fish wise, he does all the heavy grafting, I do the feeding, sitting and watching

And any little jobs like medication if the fish are poorly, planning what's going where, things like that. Ok, well, they're not real jobs - so he does everything really - I just feed 'em.

He also does most of the housework, lifts the kids for me (triplets are way behind on their development so cant go up and downstairs and things like that), does school runs with older two, does all the shopping - everything. The poor man hardly sits down. It's even worse for him when I'm going through a bad patch/flare up - he has to look after me too then.
I could have just said "I have a fabulous husband who is an absolute angel"...couldn't I?
