Last night, I was carrying Emma upstairs to get her jammies on and get her ready for bed, when she gets all fussy and wants her night time bottle. So, I get her jammies on, lay her in the crib and run down to make a bottle. On the way back up to screaming baby, Madeline clings to my leg (wearing nothing but a diaper) and says, "Mommy, I want jammies too." When I am about 3/4 of the way up the steps, my cell phone is ringing and it's work...
At this moment, I realize, "Wow, this is my life totally encapsulated in one moment." This whole time, my husband was on the couch watching ESPN. He. never. moved.
I was trying to feed Emma said bottle and get her to sleep and Maddy still wants her jammies on, but now she is dancing around Emma's room holding her purse and saying "Momma, dance wif me." I somehow manage to get Emma to sleep, Maddy in a clean diaper and jammies and scarf down some dinner when my husband finally looks up at me and says, "You finally got to eat, huh?"
Wow. How nice of him. Oh yeah, before that he did yell up when my cell phone was ringing to tell me that it was my boss.
If anyone ever asked him about this moment and why he wasn't helping me upstairs that whole time, he would tell you it is because he had the girls all day, which is total BS because they were at his mom's and his grandma's house yesterday which means he didn't have to do shit with them! Seriously, nice.
Why is it that moms always have to do everything?
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i hear ya! i mean really, what is it? and for some reason it just seems that mom's feel the pressure to do all of this stuff where dad's don't. they just don't...
sigh. let me know if you figure it out.
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