So my husband comes home from his trip and says he would like very much to lay down for a bit because he is tired. Yes, I say, I can completely understand how tired you must be, what with the eating out and the sleeping through the night and whatnot that has encompassed your trip to a theatre convention. Please, go lay down.
But look, he says, pointing at our sleeping child. He’s asleep! He says this as if we now have an eternity of free time at our disposal, as if we should finally undertake that 500 piece jigsaw puzzle of kittens in a field that has been lurking in our cupboard since we moved in. Now is the perfect time for him to lay down!
I excuse him to go rest and I sit down with my laptop. I have enough time to open the thing and type till “he says this as if we now have an eternity of free time”, before the child is awake and needing some sort of attention.
Of course, truth be told, I’d have a much more solid argument if I’d used that five minutes to clean the bathroom or start a load of clothes.. versus starting a blog post.. but I think you see my point here.
My point is that my child is evil. And he clearly gets it from his father.