So I disappeared for 24 hours. To Limerick, of all places. And yes, it rained. Why did I go? To drink copious amounts of bubbly and laugh to the point of pelvic-floor disaster with my mummy pals. Fabulous.Of course, this meant that Daddy was in charge at home. So, as I sped off towards freedom, laughing like a maniac because I hadn’t pre-prepared any meals (oooooo, evil), he span around in the shower, emerged in his Super Dad lycra pants and ‘took charge’.
I arrived home on Sunday afternoon, hangover having reduced me to a hunch backed hag, to calmness and serenity. Nothing had been broken. The boys were still alive and the house hadn’t burnt down. And there, watching the golf while the boys played quietly on the floor, sat Super Dad. Just delighted with himself at the ‘Pirate’s Picnic’ they’d had for lunch, the HUGE walk they had done that morning and the fact that no-one woke up before 8.00am. Lovely. Bloody marvellous. Grrrrrrrrrr.
Maybe I am a complete cow and should just be happy that I got to go away at all. But I find it SOOOOOO annoying that my daily struggle to get the better of my house and kids is made to look so unnecessary. He didn’t actually say the words “I honestly don’t know what you find so difficult dear”, but under his eye mask and lycra cap, I absolutely know that’s what he was thinking.
Super Dad may think he has this child rearing thing sussed on a 24 hr basis. Next time I’ll leave him for a week. That should wipe the smug smile off his masked face.
LOL at the last line!
ReplyDeleteGlad you had a good time :-)
Had the same experience a couple of months ago (went to Kinsale, but hangover was similarly dreadful). I arrived home to the three guys calmly eating ice cream cones in the garden while the kitchen floor dried. My husband had just mopped. (I have not mopped in 4 years...)
ReplyDeleteI had a similar experience just this past weekend -- I went away for just under 24 hours and came home to a very happy albeit messy house! What more could you ask for really?
ReplyDeleteGlad you had fun!
It's sods law - they always sleep in for their daddy on the rare occasions i have left him in charge and it is so infuriating - leave him for two weeks next time :) x
ReplyDeleteHi there, another Irish mummy here. Love the blog.
ReplyDeleteIhad a little grrrrr for you too!
There's an award for you at my Rantings.
ReplyDeleteYou've been tagged over at my blog..enjoy x
ReplyDeleteI think we all feel the same when that happens!!
ReplyDeleteI'm from Limerick I hope you enjoyed the hospitality.....where did you end up The Trinity Rooms?
How do the Daddies have the knack of doing that?! Really winds me up!
ReplyDeleteThank you all for sharing in my annoyance - makes my silent seething feel justified!
ReplyDeleteLiz - thank you for commenting. I tried to link back to you but can't seem to. So hope you find this reply! We were ridiculously lazy and spent the entire time at the hotel - Radisson. Spa, dinner, champagne. Bliss!
Daddies CAN multitask.
ReplyDeleteMummys only THINK they can.
From a stay at home dad..