Meltdowns of a Mommy

About 10 years ago I stopped loading the dishwasher at my parent’s house. While yes I am completely capable of putting things in the dishwasher and I know it drives my parents crazy when I just stack my things in the sink or on the counter I had to take a stand. I know it sounds silly but you have to understand while I love my mother dearly no one and I mean no one can load the dishwasher to her liking.   After years or her coming behind and rearranging everything I had loaded or complaining about things not fitting correctly I gave up. Sorry mommy, the truth is out. I love you but will not live under your dishwasher ternary any longer. While my mother is currently fuming and getting mad at me the rest of you might be wondering what this has to do with father’s day. Well, a lot. Our children are our dishwashers and our husbands are just trying to help out. I have been on both sides of the “my husband can’t do: the laundry right, buckle the kids in right, give the kids bath right,

Captain’s log June 2012: While I am happy to report that potty training has be deemed a success it saddens me to note that it was not because of my keen leadership skills but because of the girls (with their father) mutinous over throwing of my plans. Here is how it all went down: After returning from a weekend camping trip in which potty training was still in full swing and the girls learned the harsh fact that in nature there is no potty to flush but instead trees that get watered with the contents of their little potties the girls made a stand. I was told “diapers for babies, we go nigh night in our big girl panties”. I froze in shock and fear. While yes they had remained dry during nap and night for over a week in diapers I still enjoyed the safety net, and so did the washing machine. My husband was on board and said “ok” before I could say anything. And we pushed forward diaper free at nap and night and I have to be honest I have only cleaned the sheets 1 time since the last