It was easy like Sunday morning I tell you.
Especially when I was in the shower later, and Chase swings open the shower door swooshing cold air in as i yelp and huddle into the corner of the shower while trying desperately to reach the knob for deliverance of warmer water. (We were in Utah for Father's Day, it was cold in Utah for Father's Day.) But allow me to say I very much enjoyed the relief from the 95 degree weather of Vegas i might add. But....
While freezing in the shower, viewing through the shampoo that was beginning to make it's way home to where all shampoo wants to go, my eyes, witnessing Chase pull off his pull-up and stand there, all the while remembering that the boy hasn't pooped in 3 days.
I then proceed to call for his big sister to bring a pull up into the bathroom and help Chase put it on, but apparently, that idea to Allie sounded about as fun as a root canal, which she undoubtedly declined.
Doing a quick rinse of my head and eyes, i stepped out of the shower to put the pull up back on Chase before the unimaginable could happen, after trying to coax him into 'sitting on the pot' which he also declined , and then sending him slipping his way out of the water filled bathroom floor.
Or trying to surprise Eric with his favorite homemade choc cake "just like the one from Brazil" and having the cake spill over the pan and burn because i forgot about the altitude change. While trying to chip off the run over burnt part so i could get the cake outta the pan, i then proceeded to drop the whole cake, face down, into the kitchen sink.
And after the cake took a kamikaze dive into the sink, i realized Chase was missing and went outside and found him climbing down the mountain with nothing on but a pull-up, feet full of slivers, and diaper full of dirt and rocks.
It was at this point that I decided...Father's Day was over. Going downstairs to the sleeping prince charming and showing him the honeymoon was over, he got up.
It was 9:45 am.
Even though it was Father's Day, Eric was very helpful and I realized that i wasn't perturbed after all with all that happened, because i do remember a certain Mother's Day in May where i stayed in bed till 430pm just because I could. It was my wish on Mother's day to stay in bed as long as i could, after church, and I did.
Happy Father's Day Eric. You're a good dad, we love you in all our craziness of naked 4 year olds, silly 6 year olds, and one quackery of a wife.
1 comment:
Wow! That was hard to read. You should have seen the faces I was making, while this post!
I'm so glad you looked at the bright side. That would have been hard for me to do.
9:45? Isn't that a bit late for a sleep in? LOL! I say that because Scott sleeps in that late every weekend, and it drives me nuts.
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