School Times...

This was the first year that I didn't wait with Patrick at the bus stop or take Wyatt & Quintin to preschool. I hated it! I hated the fact that I was sitting at work wondering how everything was going. I didn't want to call Eric too early, but I forgot to tell him to get a first day of school picture of both boys. That was a mistake - calling him that is. There wasn't a "Hey honey, how are you?" it quickly turned into my husband whining about the fact that he HAD to take the boys to school. "How was HE going to get them breakfast?!"

First of all, I almost bit my tongue off. Here I was upset that I couldn't be there for the first day of school memories and he's complaining about it! Come on! I could beat him sometimes..I would have gladly switched places with him.

STRIKE ONE: I suggested going to a drive thru for food should he be short on time.

I had reasoned with myself that maybe he wasn't having a good morning. Maybe he woke up late? Maybe Quintin stripped off all of his clothes after Eric got him dressed? (Because that never happens)

STRIKE TWO: Trying to solve the problem, I suggested that I could make eggs and/or pancakes the night before so that way in the morning all he would have to do is heat them up and go. That was a mistake too...I had the "School Card" thrown in my face.

"When are you going to find time for that? You have school every night. You going back to school right now is a mistake. Now, I have to deal with the kids by myself every night!" At this point I tuned him out...obviously there was no reasoning with him and he could kiss my butt.

STRIKE THREE: I felt that I needed to remind him of the fact that he volunteered to take the boys to school everyday. It's literally one minute from his work. It's not like I left for work and he woke up stunned to find his children at home with him. After all, they are his kids.

I don't mean for this to be a rant, but give me a break! Welcome to my world honey! I didn't even get my request in for pictures...I STRUCK OUT with that conversation.

There is good news. Eric must have taken a tranquilizer or something because he managed to calm down and called me right after he dropped off the boys. He gave me a complete play-by-play. He even managed to take a picture of Wyatt. Quintin was mad and refused to take a picture. There is hope for him yet...baby steps.