Home Alone With My Children

Relax, this isn't my living room. Thank God. I know I just spent nearly two weeks alone with two kids but things are fine. The trip didn't start so well and reactions in Mexico were skeptical to say the least but everything has gone amazingly well.
I'm just so boring, I've got no disasters to report. Kids behaved like a dream, house was kept clean and orderly at all times, I cooked lots of food, no pileup of laundry, no late arrivals at day care or anywhere else, and we did some nice excursions. And I schooled in our 17 month old at day care without a single problem. God I'm boring.
Fatherhood seems almost custom made for me. Somehow all the things I've learned in life, my somewhat screwed up personality and values, and intense focus plus stubbornness comes together perfectly in my job as a father. Sandra knew I could handle the kids just fine but I think even she was a little surprised as she got back. She walked into a clean house with the kids smiling and things far more organized than before. She does a fine job as a mother but tends to get a bit stressed, disorganized, and irritated when she's alone with both children. Especially in the evenings. Not me, I enjoy this kind of stuff.
I think I've got some kind of sadomasochistic issues when it comes to children. I seem to enjoy the challenge of taking care of the little ones. The more extreme situations get, the more I enjoy them. Sick I know. During the past weekend I took care of a friends child, in addition to my two little ones, most of Saturday and had dinner with three kids. His sister was a bit sick plus Daniel usually plays well with him so I figured what the hell. How much work can one extra kid be? On Sunday we visited the zoo, our friend couldn't make it because of his sick sister. So I brought him along as well. Everything went well but we did have an interesting lunch.
I counted five (5!) poop breaks during our hour long lunch. Five times I had to leave the table, bring all three kids, and head down to the bathroom to wipe poop. Daughter pooped twice, son twice, and friend once. Awesome timing. Petting the giant snake and the tarantula spider seemed like nothing after that.
The only incident during the two weeks was my daughters brilliant idea to open a bottle of whiteout. And poor it into her hair. I washed her hair 7 times and it was till there. I showed up at day care for the very first day with my daughters hair white on half her head. It looked adorable.
Have a nice weekend!













You are my hero. Can I drop my 3 off sometime?
OMG..never leave your children alone..
uff that would cost a bit i think
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