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Tuesday, July 19, 2005 

WASH ONE OUT!

Let me begin by saying, I love my husband, I really truly and sincerely do - but I am continually reminded of his faults. Here's how our morning went:



7:30 - Wake up in 4 year old's bed (where I fell asleep last night)
7:33 - After going pee, I turn on the iron then move to my bedroom
          and lay down next to my husband who's watching the news
7:34 - get up and move sleeping 4 year old to the toilet
7:35 - pick out play clothes for 4 yr old (they're painting
          w/mud @ school today)
7:37 - help 4yr old wipe and send her off to see daddy
          (who's still lying in bed)
7:38 - Husband shushes 4 yr old to not wake up 1 yr old 
          (who has to be woken anyway)
7:39 - I iron overalls for 1 yr old
7:40 - I wake up 1 yr old, change diaper and dress him
7:42 - kids play together while I pack 4 yr old's change of 
           clothes(for post mud-painting time)
7:45 - Husband complains that kids are climbing on him
7:46 - Husband decides to get up and get dressed
7:47 - I pick up the tub toys from the night before (fearing
          husband will complain when he moves to the shower)
7:48 - Husband gets dressed without shower 
          (he's on summer break, he'll take one later)
7:50 - Husband grabs 1 yr old and his socks, takes downstairs
7:51 - I throw 1 yr old's shoes down the stairs
7:52 - I realize I'm not dressed yet and start to iron
7:54 - Husband is screaming at 1 yr old, I call down
          to see what the crisis is
7:55 - Husband is freaking because 1 yr old spilled apple 
          juice on him
7:56 - I call down and tell him to use the No-spill sippy cups 
7:56 - He replies, "THEY'RE BOTH DIRTY!!"  He is flipping out.
7:56 - I say "SO WASH ONE OUT!"

And I proceed to run downstairs, half clothed to wash out a damn
cup which is sitting 2 inches from the sink (with only water in
it from the night before).  I make the exchange of juice from
the first cup and head back upstairs to do my hair and pull
up a couple of pig tails for the 4 year old.

What the hell would men do without us?






11:07 AM |

I so feel your pain....

I think that in a way we like it though. It's nice to feel needed, even if it does go over the top sometimes.

Posted by Blogger Sherri | 4:35 PM   

You're right, it's so true. It's just that, when I really and truly could have used some help (late for work) - he refused the see how easy it would be to rinse out the friggin cup so I could concentrate on getting ready. He'd rather make a big production out of it (hmmm... theater major, I should've known) It often feels like I have a third child. Uggh.

Posted by Blogger PreppyGirl | 9:46 AM   

When I rule the world, they will all live in the dorm.

Posted by Blogger princess slea | 10:16 AM   

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