Daddio was home over the weekend after not being home for over a month. We took him to the airport last night. I didn't feel like writing last night because we were all a little cranky around here.
Today is Monday, though...and back to the school/work routine. For the most part we jumped back into our typical pattern of to do's and get done's. With Daddio being out of town, though, I have to keep things fairly orderly or we'd really be late everywhere we went. To do this, I have a fairly good schedule in the morning and a fairly good schedule in the evening. I require some good listening skills (a three year old's level, mind you), some extra assistance from my three year old and an extra dose of patience.
A new wrench has been thrown into my little schedule, though, following Daddio's departure. It seems as if Sydney and Daddio made some new decisions amoungst themselves when I was not around. Because if I heard one time today, I heard a dozen times today, "But my Daddy said I could..." For example:
"Mommy I want some fruit snacks for breakfast." "No, Sydney. Fruit snacks are not a very nutritious breakfast." "But Mommy, my Daddy said I could."
"OK, Sydney, let's put your jeans on for school." "No, Mommy, my Daddy said I didn't have to wear jeans today. My Daddy said I could wear my pink pants."
"Mommy, can I take Kitty to school today?" "No, Kitty always stays at home." "But my Daddy said I could."
"My Daddy said I didn't need to eat rice for dinner."
"My Daddy asked you to read me the duck book for bed. He likes that book."
"My Daddy said you could sleep with me tonight."
So Daddy, you've got some s'plaining to do! You been cutting some deals with our daughter??
All kidding aside... it was my pleasure to see the joy in my daughters this weekend to have some Daddy time. We're missing you.
Hurry home, Daddio.
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