Grandproxy

So I've been about useless all week, to the point that my wife's two-day fever had to be managed by:

1. My dad taking off a half-day to come to my house and play with the kids and eat peanut butter sandwiches;
2. My mother-in-law dropping everything and driving from West Virginia at 6:30 in the morning to play with the kids and eat peanut butter sandwiches and do seventeen loads of laundry and fluff pillows and iron the cats and replenish the hand soap and bathe our kids; and
3. Me opening a jar of Tylenol at 4 in the morning <-- my entire contribution

My job isn't the most important work in the history of the planet, but it's my only one currently, and this is a week where I have to be in, unless I want to be in until midnight and each day this weekend. But I still feel guilty. I'm just glad the grandparents were available and willing to bend over backwards.
Moving to Montana is just going to suck.