not sure why husbands think wives have a special radar for all things.
"Where is the sunscreen?"
"In the diaper bag."
"Where is the diaper bag?"
"In the foyer."
"Where IN the diaper bag is it?"
"The side pocket."
"Inside side pocket or outside side pocket?"
"JUST LOOK WITH YOUR >>>EYES<<<"!!!
Showing posts with label husbands. Show all posts
Showing posts with label husbands. Show all posts
Thursday, 14 July 2011
Friday, 1 July 2011
When husband goes out with Monkey for their 'dates' (almost always to Home Depot, cause I'm sure she LOVES that) he refuses to carry my girly diaper bag. Something about it robbing him of his masculinity or something...*eye roll*
In any case, what he does is pick through said diaper bag, get out what he wants, throws it into a plastic grocery bag and takes that along.
I have no problem with this. In theory.
I do, however, have a problem with the fact that he never puts anything BACK. That means, I'm going out with Monkey and I can only locate her left shoe (he left the other one in the car...cause why would shoes need to be together?). That means I'm out and about with Monkey and it's hot, and there's no sippy cup. Or her diaper explodes, and there's no change of clothing. Or she's throwing a tantrum that only a baby crunchie will quell and they're at home, in a plastic bag, under the coffee table.
I'm not sure how I can finally get it through to him that things need to be where I expect them. From this day forward I will be hiding one of each of his shoes. His underwear will now reside in a secret location. His cereal will be living in the (unlit) fireplace. It will be a delightful daily treasure hunt. Much like mine!
In any case, what he does is pick through said diaper bag, get out what he wants, throws it into a plastic grocery bag and takes that along.
I have no problem with this. In theory.
I do, however, have a problem with the fact that he never puts anything BACK. That means, I'm going out with Monkey and I can only locate her left shoe (he left the other one in the car...cause why would shoes need to be together?). That means I'm out and about with Monkey and it's hot, and there's no sippy cup. Or her diaper explodes, and there's no change of clothing. Or she's throwing a tantrum that only a baby crunchie will quell and they're at home, in a plastic bag, under the coffee table.
I'm not sure how I can finally get it through to him that things need to be where I expect them. From this day forward I will be hiding one of each of his shoes. His underwear will now reside in a secret location. His cereal will be living in the (unlit) fireplace. It will be a delightful daily treasure hunt. Much like mine!
Tuesday, 28 June 2011
There are laws...
Which seem to govern the universe. Laws of gravity, Murphy's Law, the law of Alanis Morisette (10 000 spoons when all you need is a knife). There are also laws which govern my home, specifically, the law of Supermama sleep deprivation.
I've been on Monkey night-time duty since she was born. Husband sleeps like he's in a coma so he never hears anything. If I wanted him to get up with the baby, by the time I pulled out the hammer, drum kit and air horn I would need to wake him up, I might as well just look after her myself.
The past week and a half Monkey has been getting up to scream between the hours of 330am-500am. I think she's getting a whole pile of teeth at once to accompany the almost 4 she has now at 11 months. I sit up with her, rock her, give her Tylenol, give her wet wash cloths, do a diaper check, and sing (which usually brings on more frantic screaming). Little works.
In any case, a couple of nights ago I reached my limit and declared that husband WILL be getting up with baby so I could finally get some rest. I put the baby monitor on his side of the bed, on full volume with the noise indicator lights facing his eyes. I also had the air horn, just in case.
So what happened? Monkey slept. Like a log. From 7pm to 7am without a peep.
I did a little tap dance that morning and prayed things were back to normal and I resumed night-time duty the next day.
So what happened? Monkey screamed from 330am-615am. I think she was making up a bit for lost time and added a 'mama-tried-to-catch-up-on-sleep' penalty.
I've been on Monkey night-time duty since she was born. Husband sleeps like he's in a coma so he never hears anything. If I wanted him to get up with the baby, by the time I pulled out the hammer, drum kit and air horn I would need to wake him up, I might as well just look after her myself.
The past week and a half Monkey has been getting up to scream between the hours of 330am-500am. I think she's getting a whole pile of teeth at once to accompany the almost 4 she has now at 11 months. I sit up with her, rock her, give her Tylenol, give her wet wash cloths, do a diaper check, and sing (which usually brings on more frantic screaming). Little works.
In any case, a couple of nights ago I reached my limit and declared that husband WILL be getting up with baby so I could finally get some rest. I put the baby monitor on his side of the bed, on full volume with the noise indicator lights facing his eyes. I also had the air horn, just in case.
So what happened? Monkey slept. Like a log. From 7pm to 7am without a peep.
I did a little tap dance that morning and prayed things were back to normal and I resumed night-time duty the next day.
So what happened? Monkey screamed from 330am-615am. I think she was making up a bit for lost time and added a 'mama-tried-to-catch-up-on-sleep' penalty.
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