So for the two or three of you who actually stop by frequently, I apologize for being out of the loop this last week. For most people Labor Day weekend means bbq’s, boat rides, camping trips and any number of other fun activities. For me Labor Day Weekend means around-the-clock work. I work in the business of special events and our very most special event, a large music festival, takes place over Labor Day weekend. I haven’t had more than a few hours sleep since last week and am running on fumes. But I happen to have just enough fume left in me to share a little of the week with you guys!
Basically from last Monday on my husband had to go on full-time “daddy duty.” I find it amusing how daddy duty becomes an occasion. In the days leading up to daddy duty he needed time to prepare, a weekend fishing trip, a few mornings of sleeping in, basically letting mom handle all duties until he officially went on the clock. And of course, now that Daddy duty has ended and his time card has been punched, he needs wind down time, again letting mom handle all duties while he refreshes.
Before I continue I should mention that my husband is actually the one that does most of the deep cleaning at our house. He’s the one that pulls out the vacuum cleaner, scrubs down the base boards, mops the floors. However, I am the one that does the day to day maintenance, the small things that totally add up if you don’t keep on top of them. For whatever reason my husband is incapable of taking his dinner dish, rinsing it off and putting it in the dishwasher, yet he’ll spend an hour scrubbing every shelf of the refrigerator until they are spotless.
When I arrived home after my first long day of work, I walked in to find dirty dishes all over the kitchen, every single baby bottle half full and sitting beside the sink, toys covering one side of the living room to the other, and my husband lying on the couch, drinking beer and watching television.
Completely exhausted I started to do my usual clean-up and then decided, nope, let him figure it out. Three days later I walked into a clean home. He had finally gotten the hint that I wasn’t going to take what very little time I had to myself to pick up after them and apparently the mess had finally gotten to him.
Pleased with his turn around I decided we should get a babysitter on Sunday afternoon and give my husband some free time to come join me for the last day of concerts. He arrived at the shows around 4pm and an hour later I noticed he seemed a bit tipsy so I asked, “how many drinks have you had,” to which he replied, “plenty.” Not exactly the answer I was looking for.
By the end of the shows at 9:30pm he was SMASHED! Something he assumed he deserved after watching the boys for the week. So instead of sleeping in on Monday to recover from my busiest week of the year, I got to rise and shine at 6:30am with the boys while Daddy slept away his hangover.
So is this how it works? A beer for every hour left alone with the kids? A booze filled celebration of the fact that you were actually able to clean the house up on your own? Imagine if mom’s worked on this mentality. We’d be drinking mimosa’s for breakfast, followed by a glass of white wine at lunch, a martini with dinner and a beer to go to bed on. I love a good cocktail but I think that might be a bit much! I wonder if daddy was thinking that as he lay in misery yesterday.