Every Sunday my family and I go to breakfast. Usually I am in charge of getting our son ready for the trip. Today was different. My husband tried to dress my son (the clothes he put on him were too heavy for the weather), help him brush his teeth and wash his face. At the same time my husband was trying to get ready too. I was enjoying this break and checking in with the blogs that I read.
I hear - "Where is Mommy? Mommy? I can't get dressed with this boy following me!" I look over and say "It is called multi-tasking dear, I do it every week what is the big deal?" And then I removed the toothbrush dangling from my son's mouth as he chased his father around, scooped him up and put him in appropriate clothes for the weather. I am sure all of the mommies out there can relate.
I give my husband an A for effort, he truly was trying to help. But I think I will maintain my position and get my son ready for Sunday breakfast. Things go smoother and quicker that way.
Oh and by the way, my husband said "Two weeks ago you were Mommy, now you are the Blogger Cutie Booty Cakes. Where is Mommy?"
Mommy is right here, multi-tasking as usual.