Today is the first time I've ever participated in Fatherhood Friday at Dad-Blogs.com. The theme this week is confession. I must confess, It Was A Good Day.
Got up at five am (that's right), got everyone out the door on time. Including the dog.
Got home, started laundry, practiced walking with the Pumpkin Man. He holds me up by my hands til I get tired and go Whoops! on my bum.
Played some rough and tumble time with both kids. They kicked my ass.
Played one of my favorite games with the Peanut. She takes a finger full of Desitin, tells me I'm a pretty princess and that I have to get ready for the princess ball, dips a clean finger into the Desitin, and then proceeds to ever so gently and deliberately apply the Desitin make-up to my face. I always feel so Goddamn pretty afterwards. And my face is diaper rash free.
Started packing for our weekend away in the frozen north (which oddly right now could be Georgia, but it's not.)
Called my wife's cell phone while she was working and sang 4 verses of Michael Jackson's I Can't Help It into her voice mail. Game. I gots it.
Picked up wife. Got home and had to fight rush hour traffic to go back into the city and get the flowers I sent that the receptionist failed to mention to my wife. She didn't realize it was flowers. I guess the word Flowers in a huge stylized logo on the front of the box didn't hip her to it.
Got home late, made dinner for 2 cranky kids under 3 with both of them in my arms; got them each to bed with a distinct lack of drama. Oh yeah, it's good day and it ain't over yet.
Made a separate dinner of fried haddock and fries for my wife and I. Delicious.
Blogged this bragginess.
Finished laundry and almost finished packing to follow. Still working. And liking it.
They call me the Homemaker Man
I guess that's what I am.
P.S. This was a good day. It has been butressed by many of the classic long or rough ones homemakers can have. I just felt like bragging a little for Fatherhood Friday. Sort of to celebrate it, I guess. Alright, I'll go.