Men have a reputation for lacking the multi-tasking gene that women loooove to brag about. My hubby and I are no exception to these stereotypes.
Meaning, he can’t multi-task and I like to brag.
Just the other day I was able to carry on a charming conversation, unload the dishwasher, reply to a text, referee a kid fight, and train a dog to give me a high-five…all in the same moment. I’m that good. Hubby doesn’t even like to say “multi-task,” much less attempt it.
However, I recently caught him working it like a pro! Here he is playing two different card games with the three monkeys…which required explaining the history of Vegas to one kid, making sure another didn’t change the rules mid-game, and guarding the entire scene from the child who is fond of mass destruction.
Gene or no gene, that kind of multi-tasking takes talent. Bravo!
In celebration of April Fool’s Day, I’m thinking of my darling hubby, recalling some recent moments and wondering…Is he a really good sport or a really big sucker??
I present to the jury Exhibit A…a photo taken after the kids asked him to “close his eyes” because they had a “funny surprise” for him. He dutifully obliged.
And Exhibit B…When just the other night at dinner he told the big kids, “Ok, I will give you dessert if you promise to be cooperative and quick in the shower.”
They saluted him and replied, “We promise!”
An hour later, when the kids were neither clean nor cooperative, Hubby grew agitated. He stifled a growl and I overheard them explain where he went wrong.
“You know Dad,” Doodlebug said. “You didn’t really do it right. You’re supposed to give us the dessert AFTER we do what you want, not before.”
“Yeah,” said Rascal, “because otherwise we might trick you and not really listen.”
Oh, so that’s how it works! Who knew??
One of the reasons I love my husband…
His most recent lunchbox note to our preschooler read, “Rascal and Dad chase the evil Dr. Cookoo again and trick him into falling into the alligator booby trap.”
Weekend’s favorite photo: The Send-Off
Weekend’s favorite quote from my pedicure buddy: “Peace and love is great and all, but sometimes you’ve got to work your ass off for it.”
“Wow,” I said to Hubby. “You’re really good at making bows and arrows!”
He replied, “Because I used to be a boy.”