It’s 9:45 on a freezing cold Monday night. I am tired. I haven’t had the best day. My joints are killing me, and all I can think about is climbing in my nice warm bed, reading a little and crashing.
Doug took care of baths and all the bedtime rituals, he normally takes care of the majority of those duties, and I migrated towards my bed.
At our music class today, I talked with a gal who was telling me about how her husband loathes giving the kids a bath. Another mom piped up and said her daughter once pooped during bath time, so her husband has sworn off ever participating in any form of bathing his children again.
Really? I kept my mouth shut and smiled at their stories out of fear if I told them about bedtime rituals at my house, they might hate me.
Why? Because I have this really great teammate who actually loves that time of day. He steps up and lets me tag him into the ring at just that time of day when I need to take a seat on the stool in the corner. He plays with them. He runs the perfect bubble baths. He makes sure he washes behind their ears and under their chins. He even applies just the right amount of conditioner to the ends of Kaelan’s hair.
He really has it down. I love standing back and watching him finish off Seth’s bath with a warm towel hug and tickle and nibbles on his belly as he carries him off to his room to clothe him in jammies. All this while he starts Kaelan’s bath and gets her started with the soap and rag. After Seth is dressed, he returns to help him brush his teeth and assist Kaelan in her hair washing.
I am usually right there. I sit on my stool awaiting a tag. Maybe I run and get the pajamas out and ready, or sometimes I put the toothpaste on the brush. Mostly, I am just there. Sitting on the bath mat visiting with Doug while one or both kids splash around.
Our team is awesome.
I really do feel at times that Doug is the quarterback, but I like to think that I carry the ball a yard or two when needed. The truth is, I would never want to play the game with anyone else.
That said, let’s go back to the beginning. It’s 9:45 on a freezing cold Monday evening.
I just hopped in my nice warm bed and popped open my laptop to check a few quick emails and then I am off to dreamland.
Only, one of those emails holds a reminder that tomorrow morning I signed up (weeks ago and forgot to write down) to bring some litters of coke for a teacher’s luncheon.
No. No, no, no, no, no.
It is 18 degrees outside. I already have plans in the morning, so there is no way I can run and pick them up from the store and drop them off before school. It has to be now. I drag myself up with and loud whine of disgust escaping me and start digging through drawers for socks to put on.
My teammate hears me from the other room, and comes to check on me.
No sooner did I blurt out my mistake in forgetting to buy cokes and how stupid I am, do I see him reaching for his keys and grabbing a jacket.
TAG.
I’ve got it, babe. Go on back to bed.
I tell you, this man of mine….MVP. MVP!.
I seriously love my teammate.
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That is super awesome Sandra!! Kudos to Doug. ^_^
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