I don’t know how he does it, but my husband Randall gets all three kids ready for school and daycare every morning by himself.
I tried it a few times when I’ve had the day off and barely made it. And I didn’t even have to get myself ready! He really is pretty amazing. I give him a LOT of credit.
So, I see the kids for the first time when I pick them up from the bus stop and daycare. When I get Carys from daycare, sometimes I’m a bit surprised … by what she’s wearing.
You see, she’s a bit of a diva-in-training. She and my husband seem to have different views on what she should wear. Sometimes Randall wins, sometimes Carys wins. At least a couple of times a week when I get Carys, my standard line to her teachers is, “I didn’t dress her.”
Just this morning, I was watching the daycare cameras when my husband dropped off Carys. She was wearing a red sweater with tiger fur trim, a leopard skirt and pink shoes. When I called my husband on it, his reply was, “they’re both members of the cat family." How can I argue with that kind of logic?
It’s always entertaining…I’m not complaining…just chuckling…