When Dad stays Home
When my husband stays home from work (sick or otherwise) and the son and I need to go about our normal business of getting ready for daycare and work--havoc ensues. It is horrible. The son would rather, "stay with dad. PUUUHHLEASE" and I'd rather stay in bed.
Instead we trudge forward, disseminate more than a few tantrums and get on our merry way. Or attempt it. Today's interludes included:
Instead we trudge forward, disseminate more than a few tantrums and get on our merry way. Or attempt it. Today's interludes included:
- as many trips to the "potty" to that of an entire household
- just as many trips to the front office where hubby was sending e-mail and making his work life as orderly as possible
- a conference with Dad to verify that his shirt (and then shoes) were acceptable
- hugs and kisses abound. Especially--if not particularly--for Dad
- an intrication with Dad's computer that I wasn't involved with
- a request for Dad's crackers as a breakfast
- argument over toothpaste type since Dad tends to favor Spiderman over Superman
- an abundance of showing off including but not limited to streaking nakedness down the hallway
- more than a few hollers of "I love you" and "I'll miss you" and "See you when I get homes" during the shuffle out the door
- And lastly an enduring request as we arrive at school, that I remember to call Dad during the day. To tell him, again, that "we love him."
