June had it easy in life-her only responsibilities were her home, children, and keeping herself presentable. This June, however, has a 9-5. Yes I feel blessed to have a job and one that grants me time with my children in the summer, but two weeks ago it was curtains on the summer siesta and I returned back to the grind. Normally my children attend a daycare center, but this year for my first weeks back to work it was Daddy daycare.
The hubs, like lots of dads, works a job that eats up much of his life and when he is in the strength coach mode he is more of an enigma than he would prefer, so the time he spent with the babes was priceless. On the contrary what was not priceless was the state of my house and kiddie supplies when the good times wrapped. Like most men, my husband is not a multi tasker. Let's face the truth, it is not a man's style to play with the kids while straightening up the living room and knocking out 4 loads of laundry. Those bastards are just not equipped for such feats of mental strength.
Taking my chillins to daycare everyday meant that my house stayed empty and therefore clean and uncluttered, but when 2 Tasmanian devils are home all day nothing is left undisturbed and all bets are off on the "clean issue." There was nothing I loved more after a full work day than to come home to a living room that had been hit by an F5 tornado and the aftermath. Or the dishes that were eating up all my counter and sink space, and demanded my attention before I created one of my amazing family dinners. But the icing on the cake was the state of my husband-exhausted, stressed, and ready to escape to the office for the night. As he told my girlfriend, "This shit is no joke." DUH! Did he think it's easy to wrangle and entertain a 4 and 1 year old all day. Welcome to my world chump.
My house hasn't been messier or my children dirtier from playing outside all day, but my babies could not have been happier. However, at one point about half way through I came home to every bottle and sipping cup missing and all 8 pacifiers M.I.A. When I asked the very tense hubs where I may find all the required supplies he curtly replied, "Shit I have no idea." And I truly believe he had no idea. Hell, most of the two weeks may just be a blur of whining and giggles. So the next time he is not sympathetic to my complaints I will kindly mention his Mr. Mom stint and hope it evokes some compassion. But if it doesn't I will be sure to plan a girls weekend and allow him to reminisce on his stay-at-home dad days.
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