A Day In My Life…
Published Date: February 25th, 2007Category: Family Life, Marsha, The Babe, The Boss, The Big Guy
Sunday morning. Eight A.M.
Waiting for the snow to start.
The Big Guy is snoring.
I take The Tribe to my parents for breakfast.
Sunday afternoon. One thirty P.M.
The snow has started.
The Big Guy and mommy sitting in family room.
Cable television cutting in and out.
The Tribe playing in living room.
The Big Guy: I am going to take them down the basement with me.
Mommy: Why? They are playing nicely in the other room.
The Big Guy( feeling guilty about having the whole morning to himself ): Don’t you want to write on the computer?
Mommy: Yes.
The Big Guy: Well, I WANT to play video games. The cable is annoying me!
Mommy( annoyed but attempting to be pleasant, there is a lot of Sunday left yet ): Sometimes we don’t always get to do what we WANT.
The Big Guy: Just call me if The Tribe needs anything, I AM going downstairs.
One thirty five P.M. ( yeah, that’s right, just five minutes later).
The babe has taken a bathroom break standing in the foyer.
The Boss is yelling that her sister’s ruined her “mothers day gift”. (Who the hell knows what she was talking about)
M3 is screaming, “I need more toilet paper, NOW”.
The Big Guy is playing away downstairs oblivious to the happenings above.
Oh hell no!
I can feel myself ready to blow.
Mommy: “Get your flippin’ game playing, big boy butt up here!”
Ten minutes later.
All is well.
The Tribe is downstairs with The Big Guy.
Mommy is writing on the computer happy as can be!!!
By the way, The Big Guy and Mommy usually split the fights evenly. I really can’t say to many bad things about him, he is a damn good daddy to The Tribe, and a ding dang fun lovin’ hubby!
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5 Responses to “A Day In My Life…”
3 words.
Men are pigs.
That is all.
Well at least mine is. At least yours offered to take them down there with him. Mine wouldn’t have done that. *sniff*
You have to love daddies! No really……you HAVE to! Funny how they seem to conveniently disappear when the trouble starts! I think it has to do with the testosterone….makes them crazy! (hee-hee) Of course, then they do something so sweet and we love ‘em all over again!
So tell me why my husband thinks it’s okay to sleep in until 7am on school mornings. Meanwhile, I have been up since 5:50 getting all three of my kids ready for the day. And he even has the audacity to pour himself a cuppa joe and flick on the computer as I am still rushing around. So this morning I tossed a clean diaper at him and said, “You need to change the baby and then fix your son some breakfast.” Why do I have to spell everything out?? Shouldn’t men just . . . help? He’s 41 year old, for crying out loud!
I am so happy to hear I am not the only one with a husband that I love to death (because, quite frankly, what else am I gonna do), but that drives me crazy all the time. Clueless - is the word for him.