Marci thinks Kainoa is my favorite.
Me: No way. I totally don’t have a favorite.
Marci: Yeah you do. He’s your favorite.
Me: There’s NO way. They are all special…you’ll see when you have kids, you just can’t choose a favorite.
Marci: Nope, I can tell by your myspace page that Kainoa’s your favorite. You’ve got his picture everywhere.
Me: He’s the newest one, of course I’ve got his pictures up…besides I look the best in those pictures…
Marci is wrong. I don’t have a favorite but when I post my entries her words ring in my ears and I try to give each of the kids equal play time. That being said I have ANOTHER Kainoa story. She is totally going to use this against me. It’s not my fault. He keeps doin’ stuff. I have no choice….besides this is kind of more about Pat then it is about Kainoa. I just feel the need to preface this by saying just because Kainoa has been mentioned in the last three entries or so, and then again in this one, does NOT mean I love him more. Duh. But I will be sure to even it out over the next few days with the girls.
So last night was rough. Kainoa got up around 2am and after laying there and listening for awhile I decided to go see what was going on. Normally he sleeps from about 8pm to 7am with no middle of the night feedings so I wasn’t sure what to do with him.
I have this bad habit of blaming Pat for anything that goes wrong even if it is clearly not his fault. Usually I just blame him in my head and don’t say anything to him because I know I am being irrational and just need someone to point fingers at, but I don’t want to fight. If the kids are making me angry I might snap at Pat. If the dishwasher isn’t working it’s probably Pat’s fault. If a load of laundry turns pink and it’s all my laundry and I put it in there and something happened to it…Pat probably had a hand in it.
Ok so I’m not THAT bad. It’s usually just when I’m frustrated and overwhelmed with the kids…I’ll somehow blame Pat for not giving me a hand or something. Again. I never vocalize these feelings. I know I’m being retarded.
But when I got up last night with Kainoa I noticed his night light was on. “Darn it Pat…that’s probably why he’s awake, he NEVER sleeps with it on. Why can’t Pat see in the dark when he’s putting baby to bed???” Then Kainoa would not settle down. I change his diaper. “Darn it Pat…where did he put that diaper rash cream??” And Kainoa STILL would not settle down. I’m pacing with him, bouncing him, whispering sweet nothings to him, singing to him. NOTHING was working. Finally I sit in the recliner in his room and he’s screaming and I’m exhausted, my eyes closed…out of tricks. “Darn it Pat. Why can’t you hear him crying and realize I’m out of tricks and wake up and get out of bed and bring me a bottle…darn you!”
And then I open my eyes.
And there is Pat.
Standing in front of me with a warm bottle.
I’m such a brat.
And I so love my husband.
Reasons I Love My Husband
1. He brings me warm bottles to give to the baby in the middle of the night when I am cussing him out in my head.
Life As Wife says
I know this is an old post but I can’t help commenting!
It’s funny how right when you’re about to scream at our hubby for being a “lazy sob, who you KNOW hears te baby crying but is ignoring it” he just magically shows up to help!
Not that I have an experience in the matter or can relate because I NEVER cuss out my husband in my mind… Haha