Pt 2 - Joy is Sick, so I get to …
Hey Everyone,
So, if you missed Part, it’s here.
Joy - she’s better today. She started looking like herself again this afternoon. And I’m glad - glad that she’s getting better, and glad that I won’t have to wear both hats much longer. I don’t see how single moms (or Dads for that matter) do it. Period.
Did you ever see the old Brady Bunch episode where Mr. and Mrs. Brady traded jobs? They were both convinced that each worked harder than the other so they switched roles. It ends with Mr. and Mrs. Brady slowly creeping away from the dining room table and up the stairs to go to bed. Alice (the live-in housekeeper) is clearing away the dishes, taking them from the dining room table to the kitchen - and everytime she walks through she says “Good night Mr. and Mrs. Brady”. A few seconds later, she’s coming through with another load of dishes in her arms and says “Good night Mr. and Mrs. Brady” … hardly noticing that they’ve only managed to walk a few steps because they are both so stinkin’ SORE from working so stinkin’ HARD. This goes on 5 or 6 times before they finally yell “Alice!” … and she hushes up.
I’d like to invite you to look at the timeline between 9:00 and 10:00 AM in Part 1. I kid you not … I could easily keep a timeline like that for every hour that I was Mr. Mom that last 2-1/2 days.
Andrew, at nearly 2 years old - is wild, crazy, loud, into everything, and dangerous. He’s fallen off the kitchen chairs. He’s fallen off the coffee table and almost fell off the dining room table. You might say “what in the world is he DOING UP THERE!?’. That’s what I say. Trust me, this 2-year old has full revelation of “Spare the rod, spoil the child” … the spanker is no stranger to him. But he’s 2. He is already beating up his sister, and she’s nearly 4.
Andrew shut his finger in a closet door today. At any given time when the baby gate comes down, he tears in and climbs up on the piano bench and starts playing. (reminds me of his Daddy)
Lunch time? Geez - how ’bout a peanut butter and jelly. Don’t forget to cut off the crust. Mommie doesn’t make it like that. Oh, you don’t like peanut butter and jelly? You require something different? It’s like these kids need their own personal chef. Yet, I see Joy just loving on them, fixing them what they like, keeping healthy things around … even though it’s more trouble … she is so great with them.
And homework … what homework? You mean my 7 and 5 year old don’t automatically just take care of that? I think the teachers are ready for Joy to be well again … who knows what they have missed.
I thought I was a good multi-tasker. I can be on the phone, IM’ing, updating Twitter, and planning a worship team at the same time. In my E-Biz, I can have multiple tabs open in Firefox browser - one uploading new inventory, one downloading order logs, another where I’m printing packing slips, another where I’m printing labels. Piece of cake -
Try doing any of that with a “daddy, I need you” ever 20.3 seconds. Better yet - put them ALL in the bed, asleep - and it’s just you … and try preheating the oven, putting in the waffles, getting out the butter, warming up the syrup, getting the kids to the table, not forgetting that waffles are still in the oven, picking up a baby who falls over, and harassing the ones straggling behind who still aren’t at the table. Then, you finally get it done and sit down to enjoy your own breakfast, only to hear “I don’t have anything to drink”. Oh, drinks. That’s right - they need drinks.
The good news is …. Joy seems to be doing much better. The antibiotics seem to be working.
The bad news is …. Rebekah has 101 fever tonight .. I pray this is not sweeping through the house.
Allz I know is … I’m ready to GO BACK TO WORK.
Dads … don’t wait ’til Mother’s Day to appreciate all the work your wife does for you … seriously, this woman pays her dues in 1 hour and your day at the office is a walk in the park.
Enjoy!?
Fred





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