Last week Hubs and I became parents. Well, temporary parents. We watched two lovely little girls while the true parents were in Mexico. We felt so bad for them, being in Mexico and all, that we agreed to watch the rugrats while they HAD to sit on a beach and sip margaritas. So, parents we became. From Sunday til Friday, we had a 2 year old and a 6 year old daughter.
Tuesday, as I leave for class, Hubs goes into a detailed, passionate monologue about how children are much easier than he thought and how we could do this now without a problem. I blinked at him and went to class, requiring him to put the children through bedtime ritual on his own.
On Wednesday he changed his first "real" diaper and left it out for 2 hours in the room, allowing me the fullest of enjoyment. We had a chat.
On Wednesday night he experienced his first true 2-year-old tantrum. Flailing arms and legs, big crocodile tears, and of course, we were in public! Awesome. We managed to get her buckled into the car and get her home. She was a bear for the rest of the night but slept like an angel.
On Thursday I got to particpate in Mommy and Me Gymnastics. Too bad Hubs missed out. He missed a lot more flailing, crying, and refusing to follow directions. He also missed the diaper blowout at the park. Yes, we got the full picture of parenting.
On Friday, when I came home, I asked what he wanted to do to celebrate the joyous occasion of nolonger being parents. He said he was too exhausted to celebrate. And my plan worked after all:-).
Suffice to say we will enjoy being a party of 2 plus a doggie for now. And Godbless every one of you, parents in the world. Your job is thankless.
I am off to read more journal articles, write more papers, and drink more coffee.
Here's to T-Giving.