Last night Bobby went to a Cincinnati Bengals game. So instead of this:
He saw this:
Not nearly as charming, but everyone needs a night out once in awhile, right?
Anyway, my kids were very disappointed when they learned that they would not see Daddy that evening. Joshua actually teared up a little.
Because apparently, the thought of spending one night with just me is terrible.
At one point, Sophie asked me a question and accidentally called me “Dad”. She quickly corrected herself, and Joshua followed up with”I wish it was Dad.”
“I didn’t mean I don’t like you, that’s crazy!” he said defensively when I suggested that MAYBE that wasn’t the NICEST thing he’s ever said. “I just mean I miss Daddy.”
Bobby puts Jonah to bed, and every night before bed they play on our bed, read books, sing songs, and other bedtime shenanigans. Tonight, when I suggested to Jonah that we go “play on Mommy’s bed” he simply fussed at me and ran away. When Bobby asks him this question, Jonah can’t get up the stairs fast enough.
“I guess he really misses Daddy.” Joshua observed.
“I’m sorry I’m so terrible.” I replied.
“It’s not that, Mom. It’s just that we’re really used to you. We hardly ever see Daddy.”
(Hardly ever? Umm…he did drive you to school this morning, kid.)
The moral of this story: I clearly need to spend less time with my kids. The novelty of having someone who meets your every little need has apparently worn off.