Tuesday, March 8, 2011
On the road again
When our kids were babies, I used to dread it when he would travel. It meant that I was changing all of the diapers, doing all of the baths, and the only one waking up in the middle of the night. I couldn't wait for him to return.
Talk about absence makes the heart grow fonder! I totally appreciated everything he did.
Last night was his first night away in a very long time.
Boy was it an eye opener!
I told the kids to get undressed...and they did! I told them to brush their teeth...and they did. I told them to get in bed...and they did.
Why, you ask. Because they didn't have daddy around to beg for another five minutes of tv- or another chapter, or a glass of water!
My night was so peaceful.
I slept ALONE, in my own bed. It was HEAVEN!!!!
Nobody woke me with their snoring, or their kicking.
My children came downstairs, and they were dressed! I'll ignore the fact that my five year old was wearing the same shirt that he wore yesterday, but they were dressed!
Normally, they would wait for daddy to do it for them!
I'm thinking that daddy should take more business trips!
How else are my children going to grow up? Learn independence? Go to college?
My oldest son just turned eight- I had to tell my husband that on the weekends he is no longer allowed to wipe his ass anymore!
OMG. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT???
My son wipes his own butt all week long, but come Saturday, he yells, "DADDY," from the bathroom. And what's even more fucked up is the fact that my husband comes running!
“Every father should remember that one day his son will follow his example instead of his advice." author unknown
Posted by Eight years and counting at 12:30 PM