I call home and everything is going PERFECT!!! Jack is down for a nap. Emmi and Brian are baking cookies. Emmi is super helper and her main concern is when she can put the sprinkles on. I get off the phone and cannot help but to have a bit of jealously over come me. My mornings never go this smoothly. I ask myself over and over what in the crap is wrong with me?
So, cookies are baked, Emmi is lounging watching a good ol' Dora or something to that matter. I call home again and here is the conversation. "Oh, we baked cookies......went outside and swang on the swing for sometime. Jack got up. He ate great for me. Oatmeal and pears and about 5 oz of milk. We are going to head up to my mom's for a while and play" Hmmm.....it never goes this smoothly.....again I ask myself WHY??????? HOW?????????????
Towards late afternoon I call home again. Here goes our conversation. "Emmi had a fabulous time at Grandma Birkelands. She played well and Jack he is about the cutest kid ever. He just played on the ground for like an hour. What a champ, no fussing at all. My mom fed us all lunch. Both kids have been down for almost 2 hours. I kinda took a nap and now I am just downstairs checking my email." What??????? Both kids down at the same time? That never happens!!! How is it always this PERFECT???
I walk into the house from a long 13.5 hour day and into the living room and the room looks like a bomb hit it. A fort was built and Brian and Emmi were in it watching a movie on her mini DVD player. PRICELESS!!! Dishes piled up in the sink, toys strewn all over the house, kids still in their pajamas, top ramen for dinner. Chocolate for dessert. And two HAPPY KIDS!!!
I have thought and thought about why in the heck the days go so well for Brian, and why on my days I have the opposite. Here is my theory. On Brian's day the house is spotless, everything is PERFECT so when everyone wakes up there is nothing to do but the kids. All day Brian plays plays plays. On my days I am constantly multi tasking to keep everything somewhat functional and clean. I feel like I have to make a conscious effort to really play.
I am certainly not complaining because when I think about it, my kids are so lucky to have a dad so involved who takes time to play. I look to him as an example, who can overlook lame household tasks to take time to play. Good thing there are dads because moms innately can't look over the household chores......it's simply just isn't FAIR!
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