Friday, August 26, 2011

Daddy Daycare and Miss Irene.

As much as I love Mr. Man, there are some things in life I feel he underestimated prior to jumping in. The depth of the lake he attempt to cannon ball into last weekend, The ability of a single piece of wood to single-handedly withstand both manual and machine screwing, Fatherhood...

I can always tell when Mr. Man get in over his head with the kids. His eyes go glossy, his hands get palmy, drool starts forming on lips, and sometimes I even get to witness an eye twitch or two. Yesterday, was one of those moments.

I'd just gotten out of the bath when Ms. H woke up from her evening nap, as I was dressing I was privelege to overhear Mr. Man instructing Mr. A to get him the wipes. Upon hearing this, I knew that Mr. A would not be able to find the wipes. Instead of being in their usual place on the counter top in the bathroom, they were tucked away nicely in my diaper bag still from the day's outing. I stood there naked, trying to dry off hurriedly and yelling simultaneously at Mr. Man that the wipes were in my bag.. He didn't hear me. I could hear his frustration when Mr. A was unable to find the wipes and as I pulled on my top and opened the door, I realized frustration was a mild term. As I opened the door to the hallway, I first ran into Mr. A who was standing between me and Mr. Man, as I drew nearer to Mr. A, the site before me was... well, for lack of a better term, Freaking Hilarious.

Mr. Man stood there in the bathrooms doorway, glossy eyed, eye twitching, and foaming at the mouth holding Ms. H, diaperless and covered in poop, by the legs. Her head dangled above the ground as she giggled and squirmed, even if Mr. Man didn't find the humor in the situation- Ms. H certainly thought it was hilarious. I couldn't help but stand there bewildered for a moment, Mr. Man stood there staring at me, drooling. Finally he was able to say

"I couldn't get the diaper back on..." I couldn't help it. I lost it- I was bent over laughing, Ms. H was laughing right along with me as she remained dangling precariously by her feet. I was finally able to compose myself and dig the wipes out of my bag for Mr. Man.

Ah. Sometimes I don't think men understand just what their getting into with parenthood, sometimes if wonder is us Mommi's do either.


In other news however, we are in preparation for Miss Irene, Hurricane. Oh yes, she's so good at what she does, her title is no long her Hurricane Irene, she Miss Irene, Hurricane (*Insert ominous dum-dum-dum music her*). She's supposed to hit us here on the east coast tomorrow, but we're already feeling some mild effects. Mr. Man and I are stationed inland, just one county over would put us under hurricane warning, but for now our county is simply in a tropical storm warning. The winds are already picking up, and the sky is grey. It's not raining yet, but the weather man is predicting some downfall before the day is over-- scratch that, as I write the first few drops are coming down.

Mr. Man has decided it will be a FANTASTIC idea to host our very own Hurricane Party. He has invited several friends over to sit, drink, and be merry during the hurricane weather tomorrow... that is if they can make it here!