When The Cats Away The Mice Shall Play

Growing up I loved it when my mom would go out for a couple of hours and leave us with dad.  That meant junk for dinner, unlimited TV, and bed time was as mom was pulling in the driveway.  You know how dad's are.  They "wear the pants" but its mom who buys, washes, and irons those pants.  She is the one who keeps everyone in line.  Now that I'm the mom, my childhood comes back and haunts me almost daily.

Tonight I went with my friend's daughter to her pageant contest practice.  I was only gone for 2 hours.  The boys know the drill.  Take showers, tidy up, homework, stuff like that.  But ooooooo noooooo, when mom got home, bedroom trashed, children not showered, dishwasher still loaded with clean dishes...a mom's welcome home right?  But there was this beautiful aroma this time.  One that I wasn't familiar with.  ahhh yes, the smell of dinner being prepared.  My dear husband was making dinner.  So while I'm annoyed with my older two children for not doing the norm, I fell in love all over again seeing my hubby standing at the stove.  Maybe its the same concept as bed time is when mom pulls down the driveway...dinner starts as mom pulls down, but I am going to pretend it was the wonderful gesture of my dear hubby holding down the fort. 

Now that dinner is over, my dear hubby went back to his norm of video games, while i handled the tiding up, showers, baths, yes mom's duties were right back to where they always seem to be.

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