My Blown Cover

As record snowfalls hit our area yesterday, Mark was lucky enough to have the day off. It's very rare that we all spend an entire day in our house together, as weekends are usually spent rushing around somewhere. Besides having another adult in the house for company, I was hoping that Mark would get a little taste of my day.

More often than not, my day goes somewhat like this:

"Mommy, I want orange juice."
"Mommy, get me chocolate milk."
"Mommy, I have to pee."
"Mommy, I have to poop."
"Mommy, get me my monster trucks."
"Mommy, I want to play downstairs."
"Mommy, I want to play upstairs."
"Mommy, mommy, mommy."
*cry, cry, cry*
*whine, whine, whine*

And that's all in the first five minutes of waking up.

And then he wonders why I'm exhausted and crabby when he gets home from work.

Game on, buddy. Now you get to spend a day in the life.

I don't know if the kids were hypnotized into real life snow angels by the falling flakes, but they certainly didn't live up to their Mamma's barbarian hype yesterday.

From the moment they woke up, they played so nicely and independently. No fighting, crying, whining. They shared. They spoke nicely to each other. They painted the dining room. Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration. But they were little angels. They even took a 3 hour long nap. I had to wake them for supper.

"Wow, you have it tough here." Mark said, around 5PM, as we lazily laid around watching trash TV for a second hour.

"Really, it's nothing like this. Trust me." I pleaded.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Way to go, guys. Thanks for blowing my "you-don't-know-how-hard-it-is-all-day" cover. Couldn't you have saved your angelic performance for a day when it's just Mommy?

Oooohhh, gotta run. Jillian's calling for her dolls and Max just took all the stuffing out of a pillow.