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The Cleaning Lady Did It

First I need to clarify two quick things.
1. Yes we have a cleaning lady. Between the hours we both work and the other responsibilities around here I thought we could use some help around the house every other week.
2. This blog has become sort of a confessional of sorts.

So day two of daddy duty this week turned out to be another adventure of “crazy things that can only happen to us.”  Yes, I forgot to pack the banana, pineapple, strawberry mixture with his oatmeal… but that was an easy solution… wait to get home to feed the little man.

Bigger problem… get the bottle all ready for the next time Jax is ready to eat… done, warmed up and left right on the counter for easy access right after nap time.  NAP TIME OVER… “WHERE THE HELL IS THE BOTTLE??!?!”  “Ummm… Fabreasha… did you see a bottle on the counter?”

“Yes, the bottle?  Yes, I washed it.”

… and that was that… the cleaning lady cleaned it.  She literally did her job… we asked her to clean things and she cleaned it.  6oz of deliciousness for Jax and it now was making its way through the pipes downtown somewhere.

I’m not sure if anyone knows this but microwave does not respond favorable (actually it doesn’t respond at all) to a human screaming, “HURRY UP AND DEFROST!!!”

The only good news to come out of this… I didn’t do it…

The cleaning lady did it.

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Awesome Dad Status in Jeopardy (Not According to Jax Though)

A day of highs and lows documented below:

Dad taking Jax for his flu shot… No big deal right???!!? Forgot a hat and it’s freezing out. No problem just make a bonnet out of a hoodie and tuck it in.

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Get the pediatrician’s office and can’t remember if he’s had his 1st flu shot. Nurse does a computer check… Problem averted. Flu shot done, 15 seconds of crying and 10 minutes of flirting with the nurses (him not me), no allergic reaction and we’re out.

Quick text from mom to make sure I remembered the bottle so he can eat before I head to the chiropractor. The response of “I thought you said bottle after Chiro,” did nothing for my great dad status. No issues he held out and smashed a 6oz bottle when we got home.

Squeeze in a nap for baby, Buster, Max and dad and everyone is feeling as refreshed as a teacher after summer break.

Second quick text from mom to make sure I remembered to feed him his oatmeal when he woke up. The response of “I thought you said bottle after nap?,” did nothing for my ever dwindling great dad status. He smashed a second 6oz bottle and dad is now his new favorite person!

We then proceeded to play with EVERY.SINGLE toy he owns. I ran out of things to do. We cleaned, we organized, we sang (well I sang which made him cry… So much for my American Idol auditions).

When all was said and done… We both made it through the day unscathed. With my ego and dad status little worse for the wear, and Jax with a full belly.

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