In the midst of all of the sickness that has swept through my house, I forgot that I promised my husband that I would punish him on my blog. And I'm not one to go back on my word. So here it goes.
Last weekend, I had a few errands to run so I told Jason that I would run them while the girls were napping. I put the girls in their cribs for their naps, folded some laundry, put it in piles on my bed and headed out the door. A couple hours later I walked in the door and something didn't seem quite right. Jason was asleep on the couch, and the living room and kitchen were in complete disarray. Books were scattered, things were in the wrong places, items from the pantry were strewn all over the floor. So I immediately went into the girls room to check on them, and Stella was there but Chloe was not. I ran through the house calling her name only to find her in our room, on our bed, playing with our folded laundry.
I woke Jason up and asked him what happened. He told me that Chloe started crying right after I left. So he got her out, put her next to him on the couch, and the next thing he knew I was waking him up.
This is why men are not mothers. Mothers do not fall asleep when they are supposed to be taking care of their children.
Or at least they wouldn't get caught doing it.
Punishment. Consider it served.