Living up to all stereotypes about hapless fathers
on Nov 29 in General by DanPeriodically Kerry has to go away on business, last night was one of those times and I was left home with the kids. The following text message conversation took place the day after.
[Kerry. 29-Nov-2007. 08:51]
Everything go ok this morning?
[Dan. 29-Nov-2007. 09:05]
Depends on your definition of OK. Both kids are still alive, that’s the main thing
[Dan. 29-Nov-2007. 09:12]
Evan was awake between 1am and 3am, he was sick at 6am. I put his nappy on wrong and he peed all over his only clean trousers and my only ironed shirt. I lost the brown inhaler and spent fifteen minutes looking for it (it was in the Mr Potato head bucket). I was half an hour late for work (part due to traffic admittedly)
[Kerry. 29-Nov-2007. 09:15]
Oh dear
[Dan. 29-Nov-2007. 09:17]
Indeed
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Even moms have days such as these.
Some of us more often than others.
mom’s can be pretty hapless as well.
You’d think Mr. Potato Head would have had your back.
Dan, you poor thing, we’ve all been there. This is when you grab the pair of baby trousers from the laundry basket that are the least dirty and you throw a sweater on over the shirt you wore to work yesterday. And if someone asks if you wore the same shirt yesterday, you say, “Of course not, I have three of these.”
And the worst thing was he’d tidied up and prepared the night before, which all went out the window when Evan was sick.
There was a big pile of clean clothes in our room that I forgot to remind Dan about before I went so I could have saved some of the stress.
The best laid plans etc etc.
I went to bed early last night (11.30pm), to try to combat the general malaise that plagues me in the mornings. In an effort to wind down, I started reading my book, and ending up reading about 3 chapters more than I’d intended to (it’s a good book). By the time I put the book down, it was around 1am.
As I was drifting off to sleep, the mice started having a ceilidh in the attic, and then started trying to drill through the wooden panel above the window frame. It’s amazing how much the window frame amplifies the noise of a tiny mouse scratching its way through… Referring back to my previous suggestions on mousetraps, it might be time to climb into the attic and start fighting back.
Alternatively, I could just chuck my flatmates’ cat up there and hope see what happens.
One more post to go Dan and YOU’RE FREE! Nice job.