Could I Handle It?

How many men, who’s wife’s are stay at home mommies, have walked into the house after a long day and questioned what your wife has been doing all day? Well…I haven’t. Never, not once. What kind of man would ever do that to his hard working wife? And if anyone knows me personally they know I just told a lie. To be brutally honest, I made this mistake once. I swear she pulled a “Super Man” and lasers started shooting out of her eyes. The dogs ran and hide. It was not a good night. No supper, no bed, and an uncomfortable sofa.

Surprisingly that evening has not been mentioned very much. I guess she knew I would eat those words later. She was right. It happened to be yesterday. She planned a girls night out at the movies and then some dinner at a Japanese steak house. I had my son from 3:30 PM till 9:30 PM. Boy, was I in for shock.

Most of you might be wondering why my son is 20 months old and this has not happened earlier. It just so happens that my wife and I work at home together. Also, we very rarely go anywhere without each other. We have great couple friends who have kids our son’s age so Saturday evenings are conducive to young families. At any rate, on to the parenting lessons.

It started off well. My son slept till around 5:15 PM. My brain was already a little tired because I have worked for the 2 hours he was asleep and my wife was gone. Regardless, life was good. During the next few hours I realized I have zero time to do anything. I was starting to realized how my wife felt on a day to day basis.

During dinner time was not smooth. I though he loved bean and beef burritos. Apparently not as they ended up on the floor and wall. I decided I was going to eat some chili. He did not like this idea. Right as I finished cooking my dinner He wanted to get out and play. I guess that is fine except his playing consists of wrestling with me. Do you know how hard it is to eat and wrestle at the same time. I choked on a chip twice.

I like bath time. He is confined and typically loves playing in the tub. I can sit on the toilet and enjoy his company. During this bath time I used three towels and not one was for the child. As I was playing with his cars ( I thought he was watching me) he picked up a large glass of water and dumped it on the floor. Nice…wet jeans, wet floor and three extra towels to wash. I finally got everything cleaned up. I got him out of the tub and into his pajamas.

Now, before he got into the tub I had laid everything out for our bedtime. I got three books, his blanket, and his warm bottle of milk. I was pumped because it was going to be perfect…so I thought. Everything went as planned. We read our books and drank our milk. He was so sleepy and ready to be laid down. And then it dawned on me. I DON’T HAVE HIS PACIFIER!?!? This doesn’t seem like a big deal but with our son we have to do everything in concession. He has a schedule and things are easier if we stick to it. So I had to go get the pacifier and start all over minus another bottle. Wow, a 15 minute process turned into 30 minutes.

Needles to say, this night didn’t go anything like planned. It was very fun, but very exhausting  I don’t see how anything would ever get accomplished on a day to day basis. If I was doing what my wife did I would never cook dinner, wash any clothes, or clean any part of the house. After all was said and done I wanted to go take a bath (It takes a real man to admit he likes baths) and go to bed.

I am not sure how they do it or where they generate their strength but Stay At Home Moms are incredible and totally under appreciated.

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