May 13th is my wedding anniversary. Mr and I have been married for SIX YEARS. Tonight, Mommom and Boppy watched B for a couple of hours so we could go out to dinner, and reflect on the state of our (mostly) successful union.
I had the chance to pick up B from school recently, which is a rare experience for me. I insisted on a detour to CVS where we purchased both necessities (milk, Diet Coke) and non-necessities (gum and stickers). This meant that we deviated from the usual route, but change is good, right?
Last night, on a break from ranting about the raccoon sized hole in my kitchen ceiling, I told Mr how much I enjoyed getting to be a daytime Mommy. I think he secretly enjoyed bursting my bubble when he relayed the following quote from our son:
Daddy, please don’t let Mommy pick me up from school again. I like it so much better when you pick me up.
I’m not sure what I did wrong – I thought we were having a good time!
This worksheet is the kind of thing that usually sends me into orbit. I know it’s a little thing, but really, it’s 2011. Couldn’t we be talking about parents instead of mothers vs. fathers?
But this time I just laughed, because in our house, when the laundry hamper gets full, B comes out of his room to announce,
Mommy, Daddy really needs to do the laundry. Continue reading