Kainoa has been out of sorts.
Like a yappy toy poodle I’ve been kicking him off my leg for the last two days.
He screams and cries. He wants up then down. He’s hungry and then throws his food to the ground.
Talk about the terrible twos!!! My little guy seems to have run headfirst into that phase.
So Pat gets home and I tell him all about how Kainoa has been having a screamfest and how naps came just in time to save me from self mutilation. I told him about how Kainoa took the longest nap and that it’s just as well because I didn’t know how much more I could take of his ridiculous behavior. I whined about how my arms hurt from picking Kainoa up and carrying him around all day and I talked about how Kainoa is TOTALLY working me over.
I wanted sympathy.
I wanted reassurance.
I wanted validation.
I wanted him to pull the strands of hair from my tear stained face and say, “sweety. I am so sorry you have to go through this without me everyday. I love you.”
And I wanted him to whack Kainoa over the head like the bad little puppy he’s been and tell him to pull himself together.
Pat looked back and forth from me to Kainoa, assessing the situation before deciding who’s side to take.
Kainoa tossed orange slices from his high chair as he waited for the ruling.
Pat proceeded to walk over to Kainoa and delicately put his hand on the rat terrier’s head before looking at me and saying, “My God Kat, he’s burning up!!”
Oh. That. Ahem. Of course…yeah I knew that….I spend all day with my kids, of course I knew that. I can tell the very instant they get sick. Duh!!!
I apologized to my boy, but when Pat turned to ask me to fetch the motrin, Kainoa flipped me off. Serves me right, I s’pose.
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.
2.)He ignores my juvenile behavior and patiently waits for me to get over myself and discuss our finances like an adult.
4.)He sat at the door of the operating room, after I was rushed in following an emergency c-section, waiting for word of my condition…for six hours.
5.)He drives 45 minutes out of his way to go get me sushi on Friday night because I’m hungry and moody and tired and he wants me to be happy.
6.)He says things like, “Kat. Who are the most important people in your life? We are all here. We all love you. We’re not going anywhere. Just remember that.” and makes me feel better when things start getting to me.
7.)He takes time away from HIS job and comes home on a moments notice to help ME with MY job.
8.) When I’ve had a tough day with the kids he lets me talk it out until I run out of gas and then suggests we send them to a different daycare.
12.) He’s one of those smarty pants people who is not on the up and up with hidden messages and does not care about superficial stuff…including the condition of my hair, windblown or not.
13.)He doesn’t take sides when I tell him to whack our son for an entire day of horrid behavior but instead delicately puts his hand on our baby boy’s head and turns to me to say, “My God Kat, he’s burning up!!” and then asks me to fetch the motrin.