Last Thursday I flew to Orlando for a women’s conference. I had mixed emotions about leaving my precious 5 children but I knew that my husband was more than competent to care for them.
Aside from the periodic emotional breakdowns from missing mommy, I hear the kids did just fine. Not sure if that makes me feel glad or sad.
Throughout the four day conference Michael would send me pictures of the kids. Most of them made me bawl immediately but one had me rolling with laughter.
On Saturday morning a picture of Camden greets me. He looks barely awake, he’s naked and he’s in the bathtub.
Then the quote, “Mommy, I slept through the whole night! And then I woke up and took off my diaper, then pooped and played with it!”
My poor husband. He’s awesome but he isn’t Mommy. All I could think (after I stopped crying from laughing so hard) was he is going to have to wash all the bedding and clean the crib. Does he know how to do that?
We texted throughout the first session of the day on how to do diaper laundry and he was completely confused by prewash, wash, bacout, no detergent, then detergent, then rinse. Don’t forget a second rinse, I said. He forgot but I’ll add an extra next time.
Thoughts of the scene cracked me up all day. Had I been here there would have been no laughing. I also kept thinking, “What diaper did Camden have on?? All the nighttime diapers are snaps?” Completely insignificant question, of course, but a mom wonders about these things.
It seems that no matter when I go somewhere or how short a time, a diaper crisis involving poop occurs. Which means this incident wasn’t a first for Michael.
Back in 2007, one a lot worse occurred.
At the time Michael was in private practice. It was lunch break and I needed to run to Target. Haven was 3 at the time and the poor kid was not feeling well. Potty training him was a nightmare, mostly due to my inadequacy and trying to fit him into the same mold as his older sister.
On this particular day he was in underwear and shorts. As he stood at the door waiting for mommy’s return, at the door where patients would soon be entering, he was suddenly hit with diarrhea.
My heart breaks just thinking of this whole scene. The smell was beyond horrid and he was obviously embarrassed by the accident. Since I was not back yet and patients would soon be arriving, Michael was left to clean the mess and Haven up.
It’s easy for us moms to rattle off 20 or 30 nasty jobs we’ve had to handle. And after being the main caregiver for a year or two dirty jobs seem second nature. But, when daddy has to wear the mommy hat I melt. I love watching Michael perform tasks he’s not proficient at.
There’s a sexiness to it.
As soon as I arrived home last night, I knew he was pooped…and so very tired of poop! After 4 days of changing diapers and wiping bottoms I’d say he’s off the hook for quite awhile.
Do dirty jobs happen when your child’s daddy is on duty? Or is it just mine?