Actually, I only have the girls. My husband took off with my son (my favorite, don't tell the others*) to spend some father-son time together. They are having a blast, by the way! I, on the other hand, have been having a mini panic attack every 30 minutes since they've been gone.
It's not that I don't trust my husband. After all, this is some well deserved father/son bonding time that they really haven't had a chance to have, since I've always been there. And mom kinda trumps everything for my son. (See how he's my favorite?) To use my husbands words exactly, "What's there to worry about? He'll be with this father."
Yeah, that's the part that worries me. Again, it's not that my husband isn't brilliant. In fact, he is like over the top smart that brings a whole new level of number nerd I never thought possible. Not to mention how caring and considerate he is and how much he loves his kids, blah, blah, blah. It's more like he just doesn't think to do certain things pertaining to the children.
Here are some examples that sent me into an hysteria large enough that no amount of labor breathing was going to bring me down.
EX. 1:
Him: I'm not going to bring his toothbrush.
Me: Why not?
Him: Because I don't think he should brush his teeth with the water there in case he gets sick.
Me: Oh kaaay. What are you going to brush your teeth with?
silence
Me: You are planning on brushing your teeth, right?
Him: uuuuuuhhhh
EX: 2:
Him: So we're probably gonna rent a car when we get there.
Me: Great, so you're gonna bring the carseat?
Him: Nah...
EX. 3:
Him: I don't think I'm gonna get him anything for his ears on the plane. I'm sure he'll be fine.
Let's just say that there are some things a father (or the working parent) just doesn't think of when traveling with a small child, out of the country.
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It's not his fault! It's not because he's a bad dad or inattentive, it's because he has never had the experience before. He's never had to think of these things. These things have alway just been thought for him. Anytime we've gone anywhere especially since the babies were born my husband hasn't had to even pack the diaper bag, let alone a suitcase for a 5 day trip.
He's never had to think about what happens if your stuck in traffic longer then you expected, or what happens if you half way through shopping and someone has to go to the bathroom, right. Now! He never has to think about the logistics of errand running with an extra human being that makes it their job to touch everything and gets board in a fraction of a nano second.
He's never had to learn the tricks of getting your child to be quite long enough to sit in the pediatricians office during a well check up (because there is a difference between a well and a sick visit) or be quite enough for an adult doctors office complete with judgmental old people who hate children.
He's never had to juggle talking to an adult while trying to hold the hand of a squirming child and trying to pay enough attention to both the conversation and not losing your hyper active child in the department store. Hell, he's never even had to to go to a department store with the kids. (Lucky...)
It's not that I don't trust my husband.
It's more like what I would imagine a parent would feel when their kid starts driving. They know their kid is smart, dependable and a good decision maker. They know that their kid has passed drivers ed and the state driving test. They know that their kid is going to try their darndest to be the best driver there is. But there are just some things that can't be taught without experience, and until they spent a couple of years doing it without a problem you will forever be on pins and needles until they get home.
As for never having to really learn any of this stuff up until now...
you're welcome.
Antenella
*Re-laaaax! I tell all the kids that! I don't actually play favorites. That would mean that I actually like one of them. OMG!! I'm kidding. I love my kids... all of them! ...unless they pee on the floor...
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