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.