We had events at 9am on both Saturday and Sunday. Kid's events. I call bullshit.
Now that my kids are old enough to get up by themselves without burning the house down or killing each other and can even make microwave breakfast I think my kids' friends' parents should make a pact that NOTHING will be scheduled before noon on Sunday.
Anyway, after the event on Sunday my daughter and I came home and my husband went out for some "Alone time." As soon as he got home I went for a run for some alone time of my own.
There was a bit of time left between my run and dinner so I decided to take a quick shower.
My husband followed me up the stairs. As we went up he called over his shoulder to the kids, "Go clean the playroom in the basement."
No dice. At least two kids followed him up the stairs.
He firmly reinstructed them to go into the basement to clean up. They went.
We went into our room.
"So...?" he said.
"May as well." I answered, "I'm getting into the shower anyway."
Halfway through we heard screaming coming from the basement. Not tearful screaming or "I hurt myself" screaming but more along the lines of "we locked ourselves in the basement" screaming.
I will give my husband credit. He AT LEAST paused for a moment to consider the situation.
And then he seemed to realize that locked in the basement was PRECISELY where he wanted them to be for the next 90 seconds because he redoubled his efforts, so to speak.
When it was over, he called down, "Are you okay?"
"Yes!" they called back. Apparently they had just been playing at being in distress. Either that or they were intentionally messing with us but my psyche is not prepared to think that they knew what was happening upstairs.
"Not exactly a Father of the Year performance." I said to my husband later.*
"Hey!" he argued, "How do you think I BECAME a father?"
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* Note: This says nothing about my Mother of the Year status because at the point where the kids started yelling I had already finished and would have been happy to run to their rescue.
I think that this puts me in the running for Mother of the Year AND Wife of the Year.
*snerks* I LOVE this...I could so see me and DH being like this in 8 years or so(our only kid is only 5 months old, LMAO)
Posted by: PaganParent | March 05, 2012 at 10:25 AM
I just internally muahahah!'d.
Posted by: Bri | March 05, 2012 at 12:32 PM
You didn't get up, failed at MOY.
You didn't get up, excelled at WOY.
Posted by: joeinvegas | March 05, 2012 at 01:26 PM
And I TOTALLY agree!! With the Note, that is!
Posted by: Ken | March 05, 2012 at 05:46 PM
Well, at least he paused for a moment, and remembered to ask if they were OK after ;-)
Posted by: Sandy | March 05, 2012 at 05:57 PM
You can finish before him? I suck.
Posted by: Jane | March 05, 2012 at 06:55 PM
Bwahahaha! Love it!
Posted by: Amanda Jillian | March 05, 2012 at 11:24 PM
Hahaa!!! I was expecting to find out he had locked the door so it would lock them in when it shut behind them!! You guys are the monarchs of the quickie!
Posted by: Jessie Powell | March 06, 2012 at 09:14 AM
I absolutely love your marriage, and your family, Kit. Though I'd love it if you told him to stop, wrapped a towel around you, and said "um, I'm good, you finish yourself off."
I can't tell you the number of times I've redoubled my efforts upon hearing a cry, only to hear that cry grow louder and louder . . . it's really damn difficult to tune kids out sometimes.
Posted by: John | March 06, 2012 at 09:47 AM
I absolutely love your marriage, and your family, Kit.
Posted by: Air Jordan 2012 | March 07, 2012 at 09:24 PM