Pretty much daily, my husband faces adversity at work.  By work, I mean at the high school where Dave teaches AND in our home where he parents.  He’s like a single dad most weekdays.  Mommy’s with Charlotte and Thomas in the morning.  Daddy gets the afternoon and evening shifts until I come home for a couple hours before the 10pm news.  I read somewhere the time of day he’s alone with our two is called The Witching Hour.  You know, when your cherubic children take off their angel wings and stomp on them.  Take what happened to him last night.  At some point, a diaper was tossed in our open washing machine.  It’s a top-load only Charlotte could reach, other than us.  And we don’t remember doing it, so she must be behind it.  The plus, it didn’t contain more than pee.  The negative, in his rush to complete household chores while simultaneously entertaining a 1 and 3-year-old, Daddy ran the load of clothes with said diaper.  The call to me at work explaining this was not a happy one.  I think he said something about it being the worst thing he’s ever seen and the clothes being ruined.  Sadly, his favorite jeans were involved.  I knew exactly what he was talking about when he described the sticky pieces of diaper all over the washer contents.  Remember when your child peed out of his diaper and you didn’t change him right away?  Well, at least I do.  Now imagine that slimy, decomposed diaper dotting your bra and nylons.  Yes, mine were in there.  Dave suspects it will take 5 more wash cycles to actually clean the load.  As we were having this conversation, he discovered some 10 acorns in Charlotte’s jeans pocket.  A souvenir from the playground bound to wind up in Daddy’s boxer-briefs.  Okay, that sounds bad.

Shawn from Prairie City

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