Ordinarily my hubby is a really funny, charming, hot guy and all around great dad. When the man is tired, which is everyday, he can be harder to deal with than the kids. Let me set up the scene and share last nights babysitting debocle.
Hubs normally leaves for work at about 6 am and then does not return home until anywhere between 7-9 pm, usually 8pm though. Last night was no exception. I had all these grand plans that I was going to have dinner all ready to go, eat quickly and leave to run a few errands for myself. Which I knew was borderline impossible considering everything I wanted to do pretty much closed at 9 anyways, but I was determined to try.
After all is said and done I finally leave at around 8:40, just enough time to run one of my errands. I go, take care of my stuff, come back about 35-40 minutes later and remember why I stopped taking these small trips in the evening.
I didn't want to dig around the bottom of my purse to find my keys so I rang the doorbell. The doorbell should be a sure indication of my arrival home, so if in fact my husband is sleeping on the couch that should be his warning to sit up and play like he was paying attention the entire time I was gone. This was not the case.
While waiting at the door I could see inside through the window to the right. I look in anxiously waiting for someone to come to the door. To my surprise little Benji comes running, COMPLETELY NAKED, yelling "Mommy's home!". He opens the door for me, my mouth agape, with a look of just complete joy. Mind you he has only been potty trained for a couple of weeks, he is jumping and running around telling me how he was going to go potty but some got in his underwear so when he was done on the pot he decided to strip. Why he took his shirt off, I'm not really sure that I want to know the answer to that one. So naturally I tell him to get some clothes on and more importantly WASH HIS HANDS!
So, you would think that at any point during this display of nudity that my hubby would show up. Nope. So I ask, "what is your Daddy doing?" to which both boys reply "sleeping!" He was sleeping on the couch, with the baby just sitting next to him and my oldest son captivated by TV watching Ben 10. So I obviously see whats going on and our conversation went a little something like this:
Me: Are you even watching the kids?
Him: Yes! I was not sleeping!
Little Oscar pipes in: Yes he was.
Me: Would you like to explain to me why Benji is running around everywhere naked?
Him: What!
Anyways, long story short, if he was a babysitter he would be fired. This is why I can't leave the house unless my hubs is well rested. Even though I have not had a solid nights sleep in almost a year this crap never happens to me!
Hubs normally leaves for work at about 6 am and then does not return home until anywhere between 7-9 pm, usually 8pm though. Last night was no exception. I had all these grand plans that I was going to have dinner all ready to go, eat quickly and leave to run a few errands for myself. Which I knew was borderline impossible considering everything I wanted to do pretty much closed at 9 anyways, but I was determined to try.
After all is said and done I finally leave at around 8:40, just enough time to run one of my errands. I go, take care of my stuff, come back about 35-40 minutes later and remember why I stopped taking these small trips in the evening.
I didn't want to dig around the bottom of my purse to find my keys so I rang the doorbell. The doorbell should be a sure indication of my arrival home, so if in fact my husband is sleeping on the couch that should be his warning to sit up and play like he was paying attention the entire time I was gone. This was not the case.
While waiting at the door I could see inside through the window to the right. I look in anxiously waiting for someone to come to the door. To my surprise little Benji comes running, COMPLETELY NAKED, yelling "Mommy's home!". He opens the door for me, my mouth agape, with a look of just complete joy. Mind you he has only been potty trained for a couple of weeks, he is jumping and running around telling me how he was going to go potty but some got in his underwear so when he was done on the pot he decided to strip. Why he took his shirt off, I'm not really sure that I want to know the answer to that one. So naturally I tell him to get some clothes on and more importantly WASH HIS HANDS!
So, you would think that at any point during this display of nudity that my hubby would show up. Nope. So I ask, "what is your Daddy doing?" to which both boys reply "sleeping!" He was sleeping on the couch, with the baby just sitting next to him and my oldest son captivated by TV watching Ben 10. So I obviously see whats going on and our conversation went a little something like this:
Me: Are you even watching the kids?
Him: Yes! I was not sleeping!
Little Oscar pipes in: Yes he was.
Me: Would you like to explain to me why Benji is running around everywhere naked?
Him: What!
Anyways, long story short, if he was a babysitter he would be fired. This is why I can't leave the house unless my hubs is well rested. Even though I have not had a solid nights sleep in almost a year this crap never happens to me!
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