A little 'me' time -- for Poppa
The doctor took one look at my 2-year-old son, and we heard the dreaded word: pinkeye.
For the fortunate unitiated, that means a 24-hour ban from day care. I had spent the last Friday at home with my son when the center was closed for a planning day, so it was my husband's turn.
Here's the message he sent me at 3 p.m. I'm sure many of you can relate.
"Dylan is FINALLY down for his nap. It has been a very difficult day for me. He has been very demanding of my time and obsessed with the Mickey Mouse CD and CD case. He has insisted on doing everything himself, and I had to put him in time out for refusing my order to stop standing on the couch.
"He ate OK. He had two helpings of (Special) K and milk, he drank a lot of milk, and he ate most of a Boca chicken patty. He asked for a red popsicle, which I gave him, and he ate a little of it, then gave it back and wanted a blue one. I refused that.
"I changed his diaper before his nap, then he had to empty his diaper stacker.
"Whew! I'm going to need some me time when you get home."
Some of you might be mockingly saying "boo hoo" right now to a man who needs some "me" time. But I have to give a shout-out to my hubby, who is way more involved in the nitty gritty of parenting than many dads.
Feel free to head off to Starbucks as soon as I get home, honey.
~ Lisa Buie, Times mom