On most weekends,
my husband takes charge of childcare. Although
we are typically frazzled and relied on for a lot, stay-at-home-moms get lazy
days too. Exhibit A:
10am: Woke up to Addison’s morning babbles/cries/singing
and quickly shoved my husband to get up and tend to her. Rested a few more minutes and got up as she
was eating breakfast.
12pm: After watching some Olympics and reading some
hand-me-down magazines from my mom, I asked Steve if he thought it was a good
idea for me to go lay back down in the bed.
He said yes and I complimented him on such a great suggestion.
3:45pm: Woke up
from my nap. Daaaaaang, I must have been
tired. Ate some cheese & crackers
(minus the cheese because Addison stole it all from my plate).
4:30pm: After 45
minutes of making ourselves presentable and packing a diaper bag, we left the
house. Temper tantrum #1 occurred in the
garage when Addison wanted to let go of my hand and run down the driveway.
5pm: I wait in the
car with Addison to avoid the exhausting process of shopping with a
toddler. After a few minutes (around the
same amount of time it takes to enter a store with Addison), Steve exits a
nearby home superstore with a new 12-quart stock pot – SCORE! This is an exciting purchase in the lives of
parents.
5:30pm: Temper
tantrum #2 coincides with the start of Mass.
This is going to be interesting.
6:00pm:
Imaginarily pat myself on the back for influencing the teen behind me to
practice abstinence as Addison slaps my face with both hands and yanks my
necklace. You’re welcome, young lady.
7pm: Pushing
bedtime, we make a pit stop at the local frozen yogurt joint to stuff our faces
with goodness. Justifications include
rewarding Addison’s good behavior, supporting main street business, and holding
us over until dinner.
