Holy... CRAPPER Batman
So, in my perfect little life (not) I leave work, pick up the kids and meet my husband back at the house for dinner. He works about 45 minutes away so it is easier for me to pick up the kids (he'd never make it on time). Well, he is on summer break, but has been going in occasionally to clean up his office. Yesterday (unbeknownst to me) he decided to stay home (apparently). He called me at about 2 pm and said, "Honey, is it okay if I go see Batman at 3:45?" I guess so? I'll admit that I hate when he asks me for permission to do something he's already intending to do. Like, if I give permission, then it's almost like it was my idea. At the end of the phone call he says "If I'm not home for dinner, just heat up some stuff from the fridge." Thanks for the tip (I say with no sarcasm).
So... home he comes around 6:30. I tell him we already ate and his is on the counter. He says, "Well, I had popcorn at the movie, so I think I'll skip it." Whatever. I am lightly annoyed but I get past it. Five minutes later I am reminded, "Honey, I have rehearsal tonight from 7:30 -10:30." Great, another night home alone with the kids. My disastrous day is complete, or so I thought.
He gets home around 10:00, I would normally be delighted with his early arrival except that the kids are still both awake (1 yr old was asleep but woke up). We decide to divide and conquer. He'll take the 1 yr old, I'll get the 4 yr old. As I'm lying with the 4 yr old in her room, I hear some noise in the bathroom. The toilet seat, some water running, water dripping on the floor - WAIT, water dripping on the floor? I spring up to find my 1 yr old flinging a wet toilet brush in one hand and a plunger in the other (he is somewhat fascinated with the Crapper). Where the hell is my husband? He is still downstairs trying to finish up a chapter of the new Harry Potter Book.
I clean up the floor (which is luckily covered in toilet water, not actual crap) and another day comes to an end. My mother keeps telling me these are my happy years. HA!
So... home he comes around 6:30. I tell him we already ate and his is on the counter. He says, "Well, I had popcorn at the movie, so I think I'll skip it." Whatever. I am lightly annoyed but I get past it. Five minutes later I am reminded, "Honey, I have rehearsal tonight from 7:30 -10:30." Great, another night home alone with the kids. My disastrous day is complete, or so I thought.
He gets home around 10:00, I would normally be delighted with his early arrival except that the kids are still both awake (1 yr old was asleep but woke up). We decide to divide and conquer. He'll take the 1 yr old, I'll get the 4 yr old. As I'm lying with the 4 yr old in her room, I hear some noise in the bathroom. The toilet seat, some water running, water dripping on the floor - WAIT, water dripping on the floor? I spring up to find my 1 yr old flinging a wet toilet brush in one hand and a plunger in the other (he is somewhat fascinated with the Crapper). Where the hell is my husband? He is still downstairs trying to finish up a chapter of the new Harry Potter Book.
I clean up the floor (which is luckily covered in toilet water, not actual crap) and another day comes to an end. My mother keeps telling me these are my happy years. HA!
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Posted by
Anonymous |
12:37 AM
geesh! So his idea of watching the kid is giving him a toilet brush and reading a book? Nice.
Posted by
Sherri |
11:59 AM