Everyone has a breaking point. Everyone. I don’t care who you are. Some just take longer to break than others. I came home to this….
I turned into our driveway and saw my two children pantless, shoeless, and binkies in their mouths. We do not live in sunny California. It is a crisp, autumn day in south Jersey. I see their father, my loving wonderful husband and blood started to boil. This is the conversation we had
Me: umm, why do our children look homeless?
Jason: don’t ask.
Me: yeah, totally not going to fly.
Jason: well if you’re mad now, don’t go in the house.
Me: boys, we need to put pants and shoes on. NOW. Then we can come back outside. (Glaring at their father)
Jason: see boys you got daddy in trouble.
Me: oh no, don’t blame them. They are two.
Jason: ok. You’re right. Daddy got daddy in trouble.
I walked into the house to this….
So what I’m saying is I need a babysitter for the hours I’m at work. Because clearly I am raising three two year olds.