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A Husband's Morning
My husband and I have a nice little schedule going on with our work schedules. Since I only work for a couple of hours in the early morning, he has taken a shift at his job that allows him to go in at eleven in the morning, well after I get home from my job. Needless to say, he’s in charge of our two little guys while I am at work. Charles, well, Charles has what I like to call…um…a punctuality problem. Myself, being the polar opposite, figure I’m late if I’m later than five minutes early. Let’s just leave it at it being an ongoing marital issue. At any rate, the one thing I don’t let slide in regards to his un-timeliness is making our son late for school, (even if it is only pre-school.) I let a lot of the lollygagging slide, but making Ethan late to school ruffles my feathers. I have to take Charles’ word on their promptness because I’m not even home when they leave for school. But today, today, Momma got home early. It was 9:27 a.m. and I turned onto our street being absolutely sure my house would be empty as school starts at 9:30 a.m. Much to my chagrin, I see my husband and son racing into the car, and upon seeing me, my husband put on that “Oh crap!” face. When the cat’s away….
No lecture. I simply told him I wanted a detailed, and written, account of what they did in the morning since I had woken them up two and half hours earlier, giving them plenty of time to get ready and be on time. This was not the first time I had come home early and found them still at home and I was genuinely curious where the breakdown had occurred. Following, is the detailed account Charles gave me. Needless to say, I forgave him. After all, laughter heals many things.
“You were still at home during the brushing of the teeth. From there . . . Oh boy, okay, let's see . . .
I put Ethan in the shower after some chasing . . . finally! I shaved. I went to get Ethan's clothes, which only later turned into a minor ordeal; details to follow. While in the shower, Ethan and I did some of the normal shower activities like throwing water darts, blowing bubbles, ya know? The quality father & son bonding we like to do in the mornings. We dry off. I start to put his clothes on. He sees it's the dolphin Cabo San Lucas shirt and says, "Uh, no, that one's not gonna work for me, it makes my boobies hurt, it makes my boobies itchy." I asked him to try it again since that was last year & now that he's bigger it may fit a little better now. He put it on and immediately said, "No, it still hurts my boobies, just like it did when I was 3." I go get another outfit. I do Ethan's hair. I let the dogs out to potty. I do half of my getting ready. Save the other half for later. I get Ethan started with his breakfast. I play some music for Ethan to listen to. I let the dogs in & feed them. I start your coffee. I finish getting ready. I make Ethan's lunch as well as my own. I take the dogs out to make potty again, and then put them away. I then remember silent little Aidan, and start realizing that he's swaddled only in his diaper & in need of, well, everything. I get Ethan up from his never ending bowl of cereal. Off we go to get Aidan. I start to change the diaper, but decide to leave it for you since you were coming home soon anyway. It wasn't too full, so I got him dressed and put him in the car to come with us to drop Ethan off. We get in the car, and the rest you witnessed first hand. Sorry.”
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Jason
on Apr 17, 2008 at 03:46 PM
Heh. Neither I nor my wife like to be late to things, but we learned pretty early on that having a baby make time more, say, elastic and relative than before. :) Now, with a toddler with a mind of her own, and one that's still grasping the whole concept of time ("yesterday" means any day before today), it's a whole 'nother ballgame. But we try! But honestly, from your description and from watching friends, I can't even imagine how it'd be to try to wrangle two kids to get anywhere on time!
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