I swear... if "super dad" comes home and gives me ANY shit... (Like: why are the whites still in the dryer.) I am just going to scream.
"But I watched three kids yesterday and did this, and this... and THAT... and this." Good grief... I can hear it now. And after the past few hours I have had, I am *not* in the mood.
My daughter and her terrible two's. She is having an absolute tantrum. Her horrible mother won't let her go upstairs.
"You just have to get up and do it." He says... implying I am merely spending the day sitting on my ass. If only he knew.