I think when you have kids, aside from the day-to-day worries, you think about how they will be taken care of if something unexpectedly (physician husband uses rat poison over a number of weeks to slowly kill his wife–thanks Dateline) happens to you.

I find myself asking Greg things like, “Will you know what drawer Chloe’s play clothes are in if I die?”

If I die, will you please check the swimming schedule because it changes all the time.

If I die, make sure my replacement knows how to do the Starburst pattern on the Rainbow Loom.

If I die, promise to feed the kids at least two vegetables at each meal AND they can’t always be raw carrots and cellery…with dip. Mix it up a little….if I die.

You know, totally normal thoughts.

Yesterday, I asked Greg if he would know how to make the oatmeal in the morning, if I die.

He said, “Yep. I just get out the frying pan and cook bacon and eggs.”

Sounds like motive.