So...did I mention my husband is no longer employed as of this week? Well, he isn't. He is now a stay-at-home dad tending to our little flock o' sheep, er dogs, whatever. He has been spending his hours chasing around an 11 week old pup, cleaning up potty messes, leash training, crate training, doing laundry, dishes and vacuuming (with our 11 year old dog sitting in the corner smirking like, "I told you not to bring a runt puppy into this house. Didn't I say things were good the way they were, when it was only me, the TC Top Dog!"). Last night Husband said to me, "Can we PLEASE go out this weekend. Just please take me out. I'm not asking for much, even if only for two hours. I feel so trapped in this house. It's hard work chasing this little guy around." It all became so clear to me in those three seconds it took him to whine. We absolutely should have kids. And he should be a stay-at-home dad. I can go off to work everyday, work hard to earn the bread, come home to a nice sparkling house with the baby all happy and excited to see Mama and Daddy can hand me my martini and give me the rundown on the days Oprah show. Wouldn't that be the life? I wouldn't even complain if he wanted to grow a beard and wear the same flannel shirt for a week straight.
Peace, love and all that other bullshit,
Liss
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