Being alone with the kids is CRAZY fun. Especially when your wife is partying hard with her co workers and doesn't return home until well after they are asleep. There is something, how shall I say, SPECIAL, about her not being there for ALL the excitement with the kids... Let me share how much fun we had...
...1 had to pick up my son at day care all alone balancing Anjali in my arms while beating myself up about WTF to feed a picky child. Then after cooking 1 million different dishes and burning my hand 55 times on the hot dish in the microwave I finally feed him a piece of lint from the carpet (his favorite) and a glass of puddle from the courtyard. I then scrubbed 2 kids in the tub long enough for me to feel happy about me being home alone but not long enough to feel angry about it. Then I thought about putting Anjali's diaper on Jaxon and Jaxon's diaper on Anjali for a little nighttime humor but I then realized it was time for me to hold all of my love back for another day and put them the F to sleep.
After getting them to bed guess who decides to come home HAPPY? I am not going to mention Vivian's name but you guessed it... my wife.
There are 3 things I can't change... my 2 kids, my 1 wife and my 0 rights.