All day long I hear, "Where is daddy?", "When is daddy going to be home?", and "I want to play with daddy!". These statements do wonders for the ego. I think to myself, "I am fun to play with - just because I'm usually the one who makes you pick up your toys and take a bath doesn't mean I'm not fun!". "I can hold my own with Legos and baby dolls - I'm a fun parent!"
My husband tries to give me the "gift" of sleeping in whenever he can. This sounds like a wonderful idea, but all of a sudden when I sleep in, it seems everything in our house falls apart. The very same children that the day before couldn't wait to see their daddy, suddenly seem to want mommy for everything - including changing their diapers and peeling their bananas. He tries to comfort them and pretty much offers them the world to allow him to do for them, but they have a keen mommy radar and know I am in the house somewhere. At some point during my groggy state of sleep, I hear all the commotion and decide it is easier to get up and help them than continue sleeping.
So how do I handle this problem . . . I leave the house! Today I met a dear friend for a pedicure and lunch. Man, did I need that time. What a pleasure it was to come home relaxed to a house that contained one napping little girl and one very happy boy who was spending time with his daddy!