Daddy Domestic

Last Saturday I was gone for about five hours, leaving Robbie with his daddy. I secretly hoped that it would be "one of those days" and that Rob would realize how difficult my every day life is as a stay-at-home mom. I imagined walking in the door to see a naked child, food smeared all over the house and a frazzled Rob desperately handing "the child" over to me. Instead I came home to the opposite. Rob had fed Robbie breakfast, given him a bath, read him five books, taught him two words, played with his blocks and balls, and fed him lunch; Rob cleaned the entire kitchen, vacuumed the entire house (up & downstairs), and did two loads of laundry (folded AND put away). I suppose the "down time" was just too much for him, so he and Robbie ventured into the backyard and built this bird feeder with scrap wood they found. NO JOKE!!! Both boys were beaming when I got home. I would normally feel sorry for myself, thinking I just must not be cracked up to be a perfect mom, but instead I have decided to learn from this experience--I'm going to get out more often so the boys can enjoy their time together! :)