The fun one
Finally.... Sleep! How glorious it is to get more than a two hour stretch, I was probably thinking in my deep rem cycle ;). Then as luck would have it, cries snapped me out of it. This time the noise came not from Welles room, but Scarlett's. I looked over at conked-out Scott with envy. Heaven knows I haven't slept like that in ages. My body is permanently programmed to cries. A thief could probably break in and steal the whole lot, but if I hear the slightest whimper of a child.... You'd think I was a soldier being awakened to battle. So I popped out of bed to see what all the commotion was about. Must be a bad dream I thought as I climbed into that tiny twin bed and whispered "It's okay buggy, mommy is right here" then started singing softly into her sweaty bed head. "No, I want my daddy. Where is daddy? Go get daddy!" she whined in a half asleep voice. Really?? Are you flipping kidding me? Your dad is in a deep blissful sleep, and I, being the super mom I am, popped out of my nice warm bed to rush to your aid. I mean really... He gets all the glory! Scott is quickly becoming the fun parent. I always thought I would fill that role... But that shipped probably sailed when I married the easiest, most even-tempered, happy-go-lucky, always-wants-to-have-fun kinda guy. I could have been the fun one! I mean, I'm such an always-wanna-have-fun kinda gal that home cooked meals only happen about twice a week. And heaven knows the laundry only gets done once I have literally nothing to wear. We have dance parties in the living room almost daily! I totally have fun parent potential... But someone has to make Scarlett brush her teeth, someone has to make Welles practice his physical therapy even when he hates it, someone has to put a toddler in time out when they color on walls knowing better and someone has to say "time for bed!" when she's been trampled by babies all the live long day.
And I get it, Super dad comes home with a red box movie ready to kick off his shoes, wrestle, sneak you a treat and even play dolls until mom interrupts with that mean line... "time for bed!". The life of mom....
As much as I would like to feel sorry for myself for having to take on the role of second-place-fun-parent-when-you're-not-nagging-us-to-do-stuff, I'm pretty darn glad I married such a fun-loving and awesome daddy. I'll let him be the life of the party until Scarlett is dating age. That will be MY time to shine!
(Side not: Do any husbands actually pose for pictures? Scott refuses so I have to follow him around while he ignores me. Pshhhh!)
