Tonight was the first time in about three months that I have been Mason's sole caretaker. In other words, I actually have a husband who has been home every night for the last three months. He is the bather, the dresser, and the putter downer for the night. I read books, clip nails, and give hugs and kisses.
We started off good. I picked Mason up and we went to Chick-Fil-A, one of our favorites. We came home and ate, then played outside for a little while. Then we went in the playroom and played blocks and read books. Once he started to get a little cranky we made our way upstairs.
And the mood got worse.
So I started the bath and then we went in Mason's room and I stripped him down. When I pulled off his diaper I realized he had a poop, which I was not expecting. He started to sit down so I screamed and scared the shit out of him. So then he peed all over the cover of his favorite book.
And it went downhill from there.
I bathed him, dressed him, and then we got comfy in the chair for books and milk. Finally, the part I do every night.
But it got worse.
Apparently there is a particular book that I still don't know what it is that Mason had his heart set on reading. He continued to cry and reach toward the books. As I handed him each one he shook his head and pushed it away. I never got it right. I am actually wondering if he really had a book in mind or was just trying to screw with me.
When Daddy is home the evening is full of laughs. Tayler can get Mason's mood to change at the drop of a hat. Me, not so much.
I guess I am just not the fun one :(
Hopefully tomorrow will go better.
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2 comments:
You are fun, too. He just wasn't used to you doign everything! I can so see his scared face as your screamed at him not to sit down.
I feel this way sometimes too! Sometimes Daddy's have the touch - sometimes Mommy's do. I'm sure Daddy has felt this same way before!
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