As Iām reading this, my wife texts me to let me know my son left his shoes in my car. Iām 40 minutes away at work and his bus arrives in 10 minutes.
My children at 7 AM on a Mon-Fri: "Ugh, why must i get up"
My children at 6:29 AM on a Sat-Sun: "I must sprint as fast as possible all over this house and scream at my sibling, plus somehow get dressed with wooden soled shoes"
This, minus the Pokemon talk, is quite similar to the conversation I have every morning as well, only it's with my wife. She's a teacher and she is not OK.
Me: That's usually bad gas or diarrhea. (gives her kid's anti-gas medicine and then kids anti-diarrhea medicine. Cleans medicine delivery syringe and pipette)
8yo: Daddy, I threw up the green medicine.
So, wife took 7yo to school and I'm currently getting dressed enough to run to work to get my laptop so I can WFH. So thank you for the laughs.
This hits home, except for the whole telling kids to get dressed and they don't end up just sitting on their bed and having a deep conversation with their stuffies about black holes.
Too real. Too real. Especially the existential dread popping up at inopportune moments. We have dealt with black holes, the expansion of our sun and the destruction of earth, a thought experiment of what would happen if the earth stops spinning, and worst of all, the pure terror of Charlotteās Web.
Being a double TK, my son has had to learn hard and fast that mornings are not the time for bleeping around, especially since he has to wake up at 6 AM.
Prepping for [fill in sport here] practice, however, is where he has gained his revenge.
Just for the record, I have sussed out that the "other" F-word is "fart"
If you wiretap my house again, Iām gonna sue
my watch told me to calm down as i was halfway though reading this
As Iām reading this, my wife texts me to let me know my son left his shoes in my car. Iām 40 minutes away at work and his bus arrives in 10 minutes.
My children at 7 AM on a Mon-Fri: "Ugh, why must i get up"
My children at 6:29 AM on a Sat-Sun: "I must sprint as fast as possible all over this house and scream at my sibling, plus somehow get dressed with wooden soled shoes"
the best part of being a childless uncle is witnessing this in person at my brother's house
Cmon man, you gotta put up a Trigger Warning at the beginning of these
This, minus the Pokemon talk, is quite similar to the conversation I have every morning as well, only it's with my wife. She's a teacher and she is not OK.
i don't want a waffle i want cereal
My 8yr old this morning: My tummy hurts.
Me: Where does it hurt?
8yo: (Points to area below belly button)
Me: That's usually bad gas or diarrhea. (gives her kid's anti-gas medicine and then kids anti-diarrhea medicine. Cleans medicine delivery syringe and pipette)
8yo: Daddy, I threw up the green medicine.
So, wife took 7yo to school and I'm currently getting dressed enough to run to work to get my laptop so I can WFH. So thank you for the laughs.
Sometimes I really miss when my kids were little, but I do not miss mornings like this!
This hits home, except for the whole telling kids to get dressed and they don't end up just sitting on their bed and having a deep conversation with their stuffies about black holes.
Too real. Too real. Especially the existential dread popping up at inopportune moments. We have dealt with black holes, the expansion of our sun and the destruction of earth, a thought experiment of what would happen if the earth stops spinning, and worst of all, the pure terror of Charlotteās Web.
Being a double TK, my son has had to learn hard and fast that mornings are not the time for bleeping around, especially since he has to wake up at 6 AM.
Prepping for [fill in sport here] practice, however, is where he has gained his revenge.
i'm crying-laughing over here.
I WANT A WAFFLE.