After a long day with the kids, I
love when Tim comes home. Tonight they had an early dinner so by the time he
got home, the kids had already eaten and were ready to play. Tim agreed to play
“restaurant” with them so they went off to the front living room and I was
excited to have a few free minutes to catch up on important things (like
Facebook and Blogs). But the few minutes of alone time never lasts long because
the children apparently think that I am the only one who can do anything in the
house. Henry comes in to tell me he needs help putting his sticker back on his
shirt. Please note, he was sitting next to Tim on the couch and instead of
asking for his help he got up and came in the other room to ask me. Shortly
afterwards, Henry is back asking for help with a tissue. Again, Tim couldn’t
handle this? Now it’s not Tim’s fault at all. He would gladly help him with a
sticker or tissue but the kids don’t ask him. Instead they go out of their way
to seek me out and ask me. Restaurant time then ends and Tim gets started on
tubbies. Isabelle uses the potty and then leaves the bathroom (where Tim is)
and finds me in the house to ask me to help her get undressed. Now not only can
she undress herself but she was also in the bathroom with Tim. Apparently I
need to send out a memo:
DEAR CHILDREN: YOUR FATHER IS
PERFECTLY CAPABLE OF HELPING YOU. PLEASE LEAVE YOUR TIRED MOTHER ALONE SO THAT SHE
CAN CATCH UP ON SOCIAL NETWORKING SITES. THANKS, MOMMY
