Rainy days on Mondays, however, would be just fine.
It's good for the two of them to get some one-on-one time, but I can't help but feel a little left out. Just a little while ago I messaged Husband to see how their day is going. "I'm not getting anything done," he said*. I laughed out loud to myself. A lot.
It's also good for her to get a break from Mommy. Her parting gift to me this morning was a full diaper. Seriously, full. It was up to her armpit. I exaggerate quite a bit on this blog, but this is not an exaggeration. If I wanted to exaggerate, I'd say it went up to her eyebrows. And that is still less than 8 inches of exaggeration. I think she may have been trying to get back at me for dripping Maple Syrup in her eye. I really thought all our kids would have brown eyes, but I don't hate her blue eyes THAT much (or at all, actually. they're gorgeous!)! I just shouldn't let her sit on my lap while I'm eating French Toast. (by the way, a great use of left over hot dog buns = french toast sticks)
So yeah. In summary, rainy days are my favorite days. But not when it rains on Tuesdays.
*edit: before I got to post this, Husband re-messaged me to inform me that he had now gotten everything done. I was too afraid to ask what "everything" entails because more likely than not it includes a lot more than anything I ever get done when I'm home all day...
Except for yesterday. I'm glad it didn't rain yesterday because I got to mow grass for the first time in 2 years. I tell you what, don't marry a landscaper if you like to mow grass! I had to go over 4 miles away just to get on a mower! Actually, it's not even that. It's our too-good-to-be-true upstairs neighbors. They always get to mowing our shared lawn before we do. (Neighbor's, of you're reading this, don't stop. Mowing that is. You can stop reading if you want to. We love that you mow our lawn. And bring us goodies from your garden. And shovel our driveway in the winter. And deliver our laundry at our door. You're awesome. Don't stop. Being awesome, that is.)
Back to the rain. At least, I think it's raining? It's hard to tell when you're trapped in a basement with no sunlight and many dragons. That's right, I'm at work. (Boss, if you're reading this don't think I hate my job. I love my job. The office could be nicer - say above ground? with a window or five?) Being at work used to be awesome. Then I had a baby. I'm finally starting to get used to not being with her every second of every day. But today it's raining.
What happens on rainy days?
Husband doesn't go to work.
I tell you what, marry a landscaper if you want him to get lots of surprise days off!
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| this is what I'm missing out on at home today. feel my pain. |
It's also good for her to get a break from Mommy. Her parting gift to me this morning was a full diaper. Seriously, full. It was up to her armpit. I exaggerate quite a bit on this blog, but this is not an exaggeration. If I wanted to exaggerate, I'd say it went up to her eyebrows. And that is still less than 8 inches of exaggeration. I think she may have been trying to get back at me for dripping Maple Syrup in her eye. I really thought all our kids would have brown eyes, but I don't hate her blue eyes THAT much (or at all, actually. they're gorgeous!)! I just shouldn't let her sit on my lap while I'm eating French Toast. (by the way, a great use of left over hot dog buns = french toast sticks)
So yeah. In summary, rainy days are my favorite days. But not when it rains on Tuesdays.
*edit: before I got to post this, Husband re-messaged me to inform me that he had now gotten everything done. I was too afraid to ask what "everything" entails because more likely than not it includes a lot more than anything I ever get done when I'm home all day...
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