I own and run a Million dollar a year corporation that I built from the ground up just two years before the Great Recession – and I made it through (so far) with cash in the bank. I am responsible for the livelihoods of many decent, hard working people. I’m not perfect but I do my best…
So…
How in God’s name is getting a two little girls dressed, fed and out the door for school in the morning more stressful than playing Monopoly with real money?!
Good God!
Mrs. Bgddy will thankfully be back this afternoon.
bgddyjim
hahahahahahahahah!!!!! I feel your pain…. Actually just watched my wife wrestle that same animal about 20 minutes ago. (I finally had to intervene and help pin the problem down). That’s so great
I imagine with two girls, it is at least four times as hard as this, a rundown of the most stressful 45 minutes of my day:
Unfortunately, the adventure known as getting our son up, fed, teeth brushed, and dressed, which oddly enough, on vacation at Disney, takes about 15 minutes, at home, takes 45 minutes, got in the way!
I perform the ritual known as waking Marshall up. He is the master of the “five more minutes” already at the age of four! After making waffles for him, and making his lunch, he was ready for the bathroom. The bathroom adventure consists of, washing his hands and face, which usually takes roughly 5 minutes and 25 gallons of water. This is followed by, the “pooping”, which can take anywhere from five minutes to a half an hour. During the longer episodes, one can peer in to the bathroom, and see Marshall in the “Thinker” position on the toilet! Cute, yes, but we don’t have all day here!
Now, it is time for round two of the hand washing. This is followed by the drama-laced task of brushing ones teeth. The first issue is to get the cap off of the toothpaste. Depending on his mood, this may take Marshall several seconds or, a tear-filled journey down the hallway and the inevitable, “Mommy” yelp! After the brushing is complete, back down the hall and into his room to get dressed.
We let Marshall pick out his own clothes and he has done that since he was 2 1/2 years old, so that is the easy part. The hard part, getting dressed. Marshall has been dressing himself for the last two years and once again, on vacation, this task takes approximately five minutes. Today, at different intervals, I go in the room to check his progress and see a naked boy, staring at his clothes. Maybe he has telekinetic powers, or thinks he does, but the end result is, Daddy telling Marshall to “get dressed” at least 10 times.
Finally, after 50 minutes, Marshall is dressed and as luck would have it, so is Mommy! I send them both off to school and work respectively! Is it too early for a Tequila Sunrise?
It’s not so bad… Mine are six and nine so it’s just the constant reminders. I ran into trouble when I tried to play Monopoly with almost $400,000 AND get them ready. It was not my most impressive hour. Gotta love ‘em.
We had three boys and they are no better (are easier to get distracted). One time when they were little my wife had to gout out of town for a few days with her mother — I so was happy to see her when she came home — I had to go back to work just to get some rest.
Exactly! I’m in the same boat… I want to do right, but I’m way out of my league as far as having a system down. It’s times like these that make me cherish my wife and her willingness to choose staying home. I’ve always been grateful that I’ve done well enough to provide the cash, but it adds another level of appreciation for what she does.
I’m fortunate enough that my wife is able to stay home and there are days I’m a little resentful and jealous that she gets so much free time. Thats until I have to take over the kid and household responsibilities for a day or two. I suddenly become so much more appreciative of what she does each and every day and enjoy what I do even more!
Agreed. I’m in the same boat.
Jim, I need to contact you regarding a certain contest you entered this week
Your email address is not showing up on my blog, so you could please email me?