This past Saturday was a first for my husband, he had both girls by himself for most of the day.
At 12pm I get ready to leave, mind you, I have left him a 2 page letter, all the food is laid out for the day, and of course clothes. Because we all know guys need help when dressing little girls. Just as I get ready, he wants to go through it all one more time. You would think I am leaving for the weekend. So for the 5th time, I go through the needs of my two divas. As I leave, I yell down to him, You have a life line, just use it.
This life line is of course my cell phone. And it was used after about 4 hours. Oh, forgot to tell you, I had just laid the girls down for a nap before I left. Anyways, the life line was used by my father. We at this time live with my parents, that is until the end of the month, I will share more in later posts.
My father calls me and in a whisper tone is describing the chaos going on in the area my girls are in. I try not to laugh because it is everyday issues for me and the husband is going nuts. So after a few minutes I call my husband and acting like I have no idea, ask how it is going. He starts describing everything in a frantic tone. Again I try to not laugh.
Several hours after I calm my husband and girls down, I arrive home. My welcome looked like a bomb went off. They all come running. Husband hands off the little one, and then sighs deeply. He goes off to the bedroom, and I pull everything back together in a matter of minutes.
After the girls are in bed, he comes to me and says, "You really are my life line, I have NO clue how you do it all."
Supermom is again validated and yet worries I will never be able to leave the house again by myself.