I have to say that I’ve found a new love for my husband. Yesterday while he allowed me to nap, he found the energy to make a potato leak soup from scratch and a roast. Crazy I know. He even got the kids to eat raw carrots. Something boring, not tough enough mommy, can never do. He set the table and cleaned the table. I guess cause he realized that this time if he left it there the only one who could clean it up was him. I’m assuming this means he has a new appreciation for me as I do for him. Just to watch him stay up and rock our sick daughter back to sleep at 3:00 am when he had to be at work at 9:00am, made my heart melt. I should get hurt more often. Lol. Or maybe I should keep blogging and pretending i don’t know that he reads my blogs. Love you babe!
I finally did it girls! A mother/wife’s dream. I got my husband to turn to me and say, ” I don’t know how you do it , Babe?” “What? Say that again so i can film it and show you every time you turn and ask me what i did all day. ” I had to throw my back out for it to happen. I haven’t been able to move since Christmas and so he had to hold the baby, wipe every nose and bum, make the meals, break up the fights, get the juice, and clean up the barf. And I still managed to fold the laundry and yell at the kids for him once in a while. His night was interrupted by sick baby and the look of fear and confusion along with not knowing where to start first and how to end on his face all day made me feel bad for him. Of course there were points of the day where I wanted to look at him and tell him that I would have done things differently like clean up breakfast dishes before preparing lunch, but I realized the computer might crash if I did so. After all, he was doing laundry and actually folding some, so I was very grateful and didnt want to crush his efforts and his belief in his heroism. But by the end of the day he was curled into a ball moaning, ” I just want to go to work” hahahahaha. I have to stop laughing because he will never try again if I do. I do have to admit it feels good though. Lol
Why is it that after a festive meal men think it is their God given right to get up from the table of great family discussion to go take a nap. All they did that day was GET UP! –Late, might I add, as it is mommy that they jump on Christmas morning to come open the gifts, no matter how late they went to bed. The women take care of breakfast, get kids ready, cook a meal, shopped for all the presents and wrapped them and they do not even imagine that we may need that nap more than them. Do they think that because it is Christmas, children do not need to eat and nap and be played with and changed? Do they think all the little elves will come clean the 3 sets of unnecessary dishes we used because when it’s Christmas for some reason salad needs its own plate? My husband’s answer would be, “Babe, no one said you couldn’t nap.” Urgh! I guess the kids will make sure the Christmas tree doesn’t catch fire huh?
What a man doesn’t realize contributes a great deal to “what we did all day”, is think! First of all when you have 3 kids people lose faith that you ever will be on time for anything anymore so they start telling you the party is a half an hour earlier. I haven’t told my husband that yet because he contributes to the lateness.
A woman can get all 3 kids ready and herself in the time my husband takes to beautify himself. We sacrifice the 5 minutes of staring at ourselves in the mirror and reading our magazine on the toilet and spraying 3 spritzes of perfume. We will get the outfits ready the day before and the back up outfit for the child who decides he’s his own stylist the next day, for the baby who will poop herself right when you’ve packed her into the carseat,for the 5 year old who might pee himself at the party because he is too busy playing and the extra outfit for you in case you feel fat in the morning or you need to wear pants instead of a skirt because the time you have slotted for shaving your legs was taken up by “I don’t wanna wear those clothes” kid!! All that pre planning for plans being messed up is very time consuming.
Then you have to plan the order in which you will get everyone ready. Breakfast is served as per request. You must ask 3 times what they want because the first time they dont hear you, the second time they answer you but are not paying attention and The Third time in case they weren’t listening to themselves the first time and they didn’t like their choice. 5 minutes to get them to sit down, 5 minutes to convince them to stay, 15 minutes convincing them to eat what they chose. You must ask them how they want their food cut before you ruin it and have to start all over. Baby eats cereal and as much as you want to get that oatmeal out of her hair you are better off bathing her right before “clean clothes and exit” in case she poops up her back of not running the risk of danger due to putting her in water right after she has eaten. Everyone else has been bathed and showered the night before to save time
Older child gets his clothes laid out and you ask him to get ready first because you know you will have to ask him 10 more times before you start the process of having to remind him every step of the way. Second child’s clothes laid out and you so sweetly and excitingly (yes you have to be an actress too) tell him it’s time to get ready. Wait for it. … It’s either “ok mamma” or ” no I don’t wanna to go i don’t like that top” . If it’s “i don’t want to go”, you leave him to get yourself ready and let him have his tantrum, remind the older one to get ready and hope baby is still asleep during that yelling. There goes 5 min. If its the latter, then you take out 2 other shirts and tell him to pick one because if you ask him what he wants he will make you go through the whole drawer until you realize he picked the one that’s in the wash still wet so you can’t even smell it and spray it and put it on him. There goes another 10 min. Lol. And then you remind the older one to get ready. Now he has Woken the baby and since she is such a princess, she will be happy playing with her feet a bit you’ve decided to put your make up on. You try real hard not to get your husband to deal with middle child syndrome boy but sometimes the extra half hour you scheduled in is only good enough if you use a life line. They listen to him real fast making him not understand why you take so long to get ready.
No time to experiment with your hair. Baby pooped up her back. Hair is going in a ponytail. Bathe and dress baby. Pack her bag-duspers, wipes, cream, pajamas, Change of clothes, bib, spoon, cereal, bowl, formula, bottle with hot water, kleenex, pacifier (your saviour), toy, pacifier wipes, breastfeeding cover. Im Sure you forgot something. Put on your outfit. doesn’t look as good as it did when you had it on your bed laid out. Change.
Exit procedure in progress. Shoes and coat could take 5 min unless child doesn’t want coat or shoes or can’t find matching glove. Add another 5. Put baby in car seat only after other kids are ready to avoid overheating and wait for daddy to come up the stairs just as you take a final look in the mirror to hear him say, ” c’mon babe. Let’s go. You had all day to get ready!!! what did you do all day!!???? aaaaah !! Daddy loads the car while you change your top again due to unnoticed stain or not meeting up to your attempt to look a bit sexy. Where are the keys ? Out the door. Where’s my phone. Back in the house.
Needless to say. Just thinking about leaving the house is tiring and stressful because I, unlike my husband, can anticipate the delays that come with that venture. It took me 5 days just to write this blog ! And leaving him to do it just involves too much explanation and an understanding of cause and effect and the ability to pay attention to explanation. He would end up calling me anyway
I am trying to watch the memorial service while I should be cleaning the kitchen as I can usually multi task but I have to sit down. I know I am usually making jokes about my family but when I think about what happened not only does it make you wonder if there is a God but it makes you stop and think about all those times you were upset to hear your babies cry. Upset that they made a mess or they wouldn’t quiet down or they wouldn’t eat or they embarrassed you or they didn’t listen and realize it takes up so much wasted time to be upset over it. More time can be spent telling them how much you love them, what a great job they are doing being your child and that they are making you proud. Kiss them every time you leave the house whether they are coming with you or you are leaving them behind because you do not know or cannot control what is out there in this world. They always need to know, as do you need to remember, that they always make you happy more than they upset you. Make it your goal to make them smile as much as they make you and you can pat yourself on the Back and say you did your Job as a good parent. Hugs and kisses.
This is Domestic Guy. Domestic guy is not a guy who does what his wife tells him. Nor does he do things so his wife doesn’t get mad at him. Domestic Guy is a guy who is standing right next to his wife, picks up a dish and starts washing it. Not only does he wash whatever else is in the sink but he dries them and puts them away while at a party at someone else’s house where all the other guys are drinking away. What does his wife put in his drinks? I wanna know. There was a kitchen full of girls who could have cleaned but he decided to do it. We should call him “makes all other guys look bad guy ” or “gonna gets his ass kicked by other guys for making them look bad guy”or “proves that guys can do it guy.” Lol