The Day She Left Us

Today is another post written by Mr. Sexy.  He is such a hoot and I hope you enjoy reading his perspective of what happens when I leave him and the kids.  Alone.  For two whole nights. 

July 23, 2011

Mrs. Sexy and I haven’t spent much time apart since we’ve been married.

About two years ago I had to spend three weeks in Hawaii for the Navy Reserves. But besides a night here or there, we have pretty much been at each other’s sides…

Until this past weekend.
Let me explain:
Our church’s annual women’s retreat came around and for the first time, the Sexy family budget and the Sexy family schedule worked together so Mrs. Sexy could go.
I was stoked. Not because I wanted a weekend without the wife, but I knew that without her there to distract me, I would get things done on our house. (and of course I thought she would enjoy it)

Yes, that meant I would be taking care of all 3 kids for the weekend, but come on, how hard could that be?

Well, LET…ME…TELL…YOU…
First off, let me say that I am not the kind of man that comes home from work and slouches down in front of the television waiting for dinner to be served. I pride myself that I don’t spend all of my energy at work. So, when I come home, it’s time to turn on the overdrive and see where I can help out. Cooking and cleaning are not far removed from my everyday life.
The weekend began with a drive to Mrs. Sexy’s meet-up point with a little excitement and hesitation of what the weekend would bring.  Even though the kids didn’t say much as she departed, the 20 minute drive home was a somber one. The usual loud music and ‘singing’ at the top of our lungs was not on anyone’s mind.
As we pulled up to the house, spirits changed a bit with the promise of Mac-n-Cheese and corn dogs for dinner. (Only healthy eating when dad is in charge!)  While I cooked, Michael and Marie made themselves busy outside while Denai patiently waited for dinner and made it known every five seconds through her lovely wailing how hungry she was.
 Dinner went off without a hitch and only half the kitchen was covered in Denai’s dinner.
Off to bed they all went.
I spent my night restless with all the things I planned to do the next day. I knew Mrs. Sexy would be shocked about how much I got done and would love the progress made on our house.
Not much sleep that night.
Because it was Saturday the lovely little ones decided to sleep in until 6am.  I was determined to start the morning right and promptly got the kids up and dressed for the day.  I broke the news that our normal Saturday routine of free pancakes at a local restaurant would not be happening so Michael decided it was a good time for a breakdown. I didn’t handle that well.
I should have started with coffee.
By 8am the kids were enjoying my version of free pancakes and eggs.  The miniature critics approved.
Now, it was time to get started with the projects.
My goals:
        Detail clean the Kitchen
        Setup up Living and Dining areas and remove all boxes
        Setup kid’s room with bunk beds, crib, dressers and move in all kid stuff from garage
        Clean up outside of miscellaneous stuff that accumulated during the move
        Organize garage so we can park in it
        Make butter
        Find other small projects with my free time…
I sent Marie and Michael out to explore after breakfast and put Denai down for a nap.
This was going great.
I started organizing the kitchen for cleaning and put the cream in the Kitchen Aid to get the butter going.  I randomly heard cries from Denai’s room protesting her nap. With the butter going and the kitchen organized I set out to get the living and dining room cleaned out and setup.
After about 2 hours of wailing and no napping, I decided that it was ok for her to miss one nap and brought her down to ‘help’ me.
With a 17 month old running around, the heavy lifting had to stop, so I tried to entertain her and clean up at the same time. You should know, at work I am the multi-tasking king, but I guess at home that is limited to 2 things at a time…ok, maybe one.

Cleaning and entertaining her didn’t go well.

It was finally lunch time and I got the kids setup for lunch. Instead of eating with them I figured I would take this time to move in the dressers and get the heavy lifting done.
Meanwhile the butter was still churning. Halfway through my Saturday and 0 tasks completed.  But it was ok. After lunch the older ones would continue to play and Denai would take a nap.
It amazes me how we can lie to ourselves.
After lunch I tried again with the nap and Michael and Marie went back outside.  I knew this was my only chance to eat so I threw a sandwich together and ate it in less than 5 minutes.
Denai wasn’t having it.  The afternoon nap was a failure.
I told myself that it was fine and this would just make bedtime easier and I could get the kids room setup.  So I got Denai up and invited Michael and Marie to help with their room and bunk beds.
Spirits were high, but I was starting to get exhausted.  Every few minutes Denai was angry about something, so I put Marie on Denai duty and had Michael help me carry drawers upstairs. This worked well for the time being.  We got the dressers upstairs and started to put the bed together.
Michael wanted to help, but his way.
Denai was no longer happy with Marie.
Marie was done with helping Denai.
I was about done with the whole day.
Then, Denai fell and Marie watched.  We have seen this before and have tried to work on this with Marie, but this day I felt losing my temper was a better idea.
So, Dad was upset, Denai was upset, Marie’s feelings were hurt and Michael just wanted his bunk bed put together.
Finally, with the bunk bed put together I moved to Denai’s crib.
MISSING PIECES!
I was done. The kid’s room could wait.
The smell of sour milk and no butter after 8 hours helped me decide it was time to give up on that dream, so I just stopped the mixer and decided to clean it up later.  As dinner was rapidly approaching I realized I hadn’t even thought about what to do.  So I checked the bank account, whew! We had just enough for pizza.
With a quick run to Papa Murphy’s dinner was taken care of.
We painfully chose a movie to watch and enjoyed dinner.  I fell asleep 5 minutes after finishing my pizza although Denai made sure I didn’t miss a single movie moment.
After dinner, bathing and bed time commenced with no real incident although Michael couldn’t understand why he couldn’t sleep in his bunk bed with no mattress.
It was 8:01 PM.
On the Friday Mrs. Sexy left, I figured my evenings would consist of working hard and getting wrapped up with the day’s projects.  However all I could think about was how nice the bed sounded.
Sunday morning came too soon. I wanted to get the kids ready for Sunday school, but with the progression of the morning, I knew I would be lucky to get to the main service on time. I frantically put the house in the best order I could and got the kids ready to go.

Marie was wearing her normal everyday clothes with her hair in a quick pony tail.

Denai was wearing the same Sunday dress she wore last week.

Michael was wearing the shorts he wore on Saturday and was covered in dirt. (This I discovered as we entered the church)
I don’t even know what I wore.
During service I got a text from Mrs. Sexy saying they were headed back.
2 thoughts…
YAY SHE IS COMING HOME!

I didn’t even come close to completing my project list.

Who cares?

YAY SHE IS COMING HOME.
Before we picked her up we had a few more temper tantrums by all, but when we saw her again it was a big sigh of relief.
I prefaced this blog to say that I am not the typical lazy man and I do quite a bit of work around the house.  This weekend I realized how much work Mrs. Sexy does every day and how important it is to be a team without your spouse.
It may not be clear to all, but I can see the hard work she does each day and the fact that she has any energy for me when I come home is a miracle in itself.
Babe, let’s have another kid.

Disclaimer:  Mrs. Sexy did some line editing and is responsible for the pictures in this post. 

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6 thoughts on “The Day She Left Us

  1. It's okay — I do mac and cheese and Pogo's (I think that is what you call corndogs) when the hubby is not home for dinner. that can be our little secret. 🙂
    I gave up trying to get anything done around the house when children are actually occupying it. I mean besides the basics obviously. everyone just ends up in a bad mood. because one thing I have learned: when kids want attention, they will get it anyway they can. good or bad.
    But yeah – you all survived!! Good job dad! LOL

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