Last night I was relieved to hear my husband Michael was coming home from work early! He works 2nd shift Mon-Fri, so seeing him at night before the kids go to bed is a rare treat. I was was even more thrilled to hear that he was willing to put the kids to bed so that I could get some work caught up on the computer. I mean, don't get me wrong... I love our bedtime routine. With Liam out of public school now, it's the one time each day I can count on having true quality one-on-one time with each of my kids.
But when my husband decides to help, it flows a lot like Mastercard commercial. Meaning... I still get stuck with a bill in the end no matter how cute it starts out.
Organic Shampoo & body wash for baby... $22.00
Good Night Moon for her, Green Eggs and Ham for Him... $17.00
Giggles, Prayers, Hugs and I love you's for daddy... Priceless.
For everything else... there's mommy!
Which includes...
Upstairs to bring dad towels cause he can't leave the kids in the bath.
Upstairs to come get the baby, cause he doesn't know which PJ's to put on her.
Upstairs to comb her hair because dad says she won't sit still for him.
Upstairs to bring Liam his stuff animal he left in the play room.
Upstairs to put Charley to bed because she only wants me.
Upstairs to lay down with Liam because he now only wants me too.
So, as I scour at the notion that it is now 9:30 pm and both my children are still awake... I wonder... Why did my husband rush home to my aid? Husbands are good for something, I just know it... cloning mommy they are not!
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