I rake, she shovels

Posted by Chuck on February 1, 2008 at 8:00 am.

Monday mornings are pretty predictable around our place. I wake up around 6 AM to an 18 month old little girls calls of Daa-Dee, Daa-Dee. I’m the morning person so I gather up the girl, change her diaper and we make our way to the kitchen where I fill one sippy cup with milk and get a pot of coffee brewing.

By this time the three year old wanders into the kitchen with feet shuffling and hands rubbing her eyes. “Cup Daddy?” I prepare a big girl cup with milk and the girls either follow me around as I prepare for work or make their way downstairs to watch a little Noggin before mom wakes up.

When 7:15 AM rolls around I’m tying my shoes and calling the kids upstairs for a kiss goodbye. I say goodbye to my wife and tell her to have a good day, to which she replies, “sure, I’ll just be shoveling out.” I grin. She sneers. Off to work I go. TGIM (Thank Goodness it’s Monday). Sometimes I skip on the way to the car.

Many of our weekends are spent with me holding down the fort, or rather propping it up with some flimsy instrument. My wife will usually work one or two third shifts over a weekend which invariably means we don’t see much of her for a few days. This is one of those sacrifices we make so she is able to be home with the kids during the week.

dd_rakeIt also means that, while the kids are typically very spoiled happy and very tired, the house has not received the utmost care. I rake. She shovels.

I do work pretty hard to make the house look presentable to the casual passerby. The dishes are typically done and beds are sometimes made. Most things are in their rightful place. Truth be told this is all surface stuff, hence the raking reference. I rarely find it in me to move the toaster when wiping down the counter, and can often be found convincing myself that the layer of playdoh on the kitchen table is hardly noticeable.

I consider my chief responsibility during these times to be safety officer and chef (where chef is translated as “gourmet maker of PB&J”). As long as no one gets hurt, or is complaining of hunger pains, my chances of success grow exponentially.

dd_shovel So there you have it. I rake, she shovels and we are both perfectly fine with this. That is until she decides to take up some real estate of her own online, in which case I’ll be forced to tell you what a chronic liar she really is. ;)

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