Hubby To The Rescue

I'm not trying to complain(who me no never) its just not my style (yeah right) but now I can see why women usually get stuck doing the child raising. Its not that were better (we so are) its just that we're... hmm... whats the right word... a little more focused.

Last night when Hubby came home I ran into the bedroom shut and locked the door and tried to take a little disco nap before making dinner. Fifteen minutes later I was awakened by a sad little voice calling, "Mommy...Mommy... Mommy...Mommy...Mommy...Mommy..."

I stumbled bleary eyed out of the bedroom and found B sitting on the potty every magazine was strewn around him on the floor along with an entire roll of toilet paper unravelled and wet. "Mommy...I went poopy." I looked around for my hubby and there was no sign. I looked into the living room and there was S munching on something very crunchy I ran into the other room and pried a piece of wood out of her mouth. Still no hubby. I cleaned up the bathroom and helped B wipe while giving S some cheerios to help her forget about her delicious meal of wood.

I wandered into the kids room and there was my Hubby laying on the floor talking on the phone. He shushed me when I went to ask him what on earth was going on. Important phone call I guess. I love my Hubby I do and he is a great Dad but really.... Next time I think it might just be less work to stay awake.