Chaos

You'd think a funeral was going on here today. Hubby's on six months of paternity leave but after a mere two months or so we realized that surviving on just a portion of his salary was almost impossible! Paying bills, yes. Making it out of the house to do something other than go to the park with the boys, not so much. Two months spent at home is wonderful and yet terribly boring! By the government's parental leave rules he's allowed to work up to a certain percentage of his weekly salary so he can make up for the portion they don't pay him. So he's gone back one day a week to make us some spending money.

This morning the atmosphere was solemn. Bulldozer was upset that Daddy wasn't going to be around today and started taking it out on me! He was shaking his sippy cup up and down and up and down and of course I told him to stop. Then he looked at me defiantly and turned the cup upside down and let his apple juice spill all over the coffee table! Timeout. But after the timeout I asked him if he was sad because Daddy had gone to work... "Yeah", he said with tears welling up in his eyes and then pouring down his cheeks. I enveloped him with my arms and stroked his hair. Poor booger didn't understand exactly why his Daddy wasn't going to be around when he's spent every day for the last two months with him. Wee little one on the other hand had no clue. He sat in his baby chair smiling and cooing.