For the past three weeks Mike has been on course for workwhich means that he is up with us in the morning as opposed to out the door at 5:30am.
It’s been GREAT for me! I sleep in (until 6am), have a leisurely shower, a chance to shave (if i want to. note to self: do it!), even get my make up and hair done; all without the whines of a toddler wanting a bottle and an ass change.
Since Mike’s been on course he offered to take on the morning responsibilities of getting Carter ready as well as pick up and drop off (I think he did it so that he can drive the better car). I’ve been loving the “vacation” from my usually so hectic mornings. Mike, not so much.

From the day I returned to work and took on the responsibility of getting Carter up and ready as well as daycare pick up and drop off. Mike always had some dig:

What are you complaining about, it’s not like it’s hard…
You have to dress him, sit him at the table and then take him to daycare, how hard can it be?
You’re always complaining about it, maybe if you were more organized…

For any parent that has a set time to get there shit together and get out of the house with a toddler in tow, you know what a feat this is.

Toddlers are one of the most unpredictable beings on the face of the earth. Forget the fuckin’ wild animals. No lion, tiger, shark, or even a ChowChow has anything on a stubborn, tired and picky toddler. You have to watch your back with these little ankle biters; for one second they are happy and laughing … then you utter words “Want breakfast?” all hell breaks loose and the kid loses his damn mind! I don’t think Carter is dealing well with having choices. If you tell him what he’s eating and tell him where to sit, he’s better off.

Mike has this thing with liberating a 20 month old and letting him make his own decisions. What he wants to eat, where he wants to sit, what fuckin’ spoon he wants to use! Granted it’s a great plan, but not always necessary and more times then not, it’s a hindrance.
After Mike goes through the list of choices of what colour spoon, what chair, what sippy cup the kids eyes are practically bugged out of his head, he’s delusional with hunger and annoyed to his very core. It’s a tailspin of utter chaos from that point on. The rest of their morning ends up with Carter crying and both of them frustrated.

Where am I? In the washroom, peacefully applying my make-up and smirking. I am so bad. He thinks it’s so damn easy. Sucker!

Now instead of him telling me that he understands how hard it really is and that he won’t assume how it easy it is anymore, you know, since he’s been in the situation… he says that I don’t do anything! Carter’s crying, won’t eat and all I do is ignore him without offering to help out. *sigh* Will I ever win?

Kids are temperamental and difficult, especially when they sense your frustration. It’s a lose lose battle as far as I’m concerned. Just keep your cool and realize that children don’t have concept of time.

See? Cool as a clam.

(Until I am back in the front line in 2 weeks.)

Let the vacation live on! I’m living this up as long as I can dammit!