Back to the Grind

Tomorrow I have to go back to teaching. Sigh. The vacation was great while it lasted. My husband is off for the national holiday and will have the joy of caring for both children since the daycare center (government sponsored) is also closed. Cue the laughter. Poor man. Whenever the baby has had an accident, grabbing her pants and saying, “YUCK!” his response has been, “Honey? She’s calling for you.”

All I can say is, tomorrow it’s all you, babe. Have fun with the kidlets while I’m teaching.

Seriously, though, he’s a great father. Never once do I panic when he’s home with the kids. Laugh, maybe, but I don’t worry about them not being fed, put down for naps, etc. He’s great about that.

When it comes to bedtime stories, they could use a little work. He likes to tell “Dad’s Story.” He’ll lean in, smile and say, “Once upon a time….The End!” and kiss the unsuspecting child on the cheek. Now my wise three-year-old will glare and say, “I don’t want Dad’s story. Read this one!” and shove a book at him.

Today we were driving home from furniture shopping (They had New Year’s Sale ads in the paper and both shops we wanted to visit were closed. :duh:). My son overheard us remarking on the unintelligent shopkeepers who happened to publish false information and said, “They’re bad drivers, aren’t they?”
“Who?” I asked him.
“The morons. Dad says they’re bad drivers.”
I shot my beloved A Look and asked, “How would you like to handle this one, honey?”
He grinned. “We’ll pretend we didn’t hear him.”
If this is an indicator of the next ten years, my darling husband will need a hearing aid fairly soon.