My kids just went to NY with their father to visit with my in-laws without me. The plan was for my in-laws to take them to a family party while my husband went to the Mets game. I did all the packing of course, with clear guidelines about what clothing was to be worn to the party.
When they came home this morning the party clothes were in the bag, clean as a whistle, untouched. I asked the kids what they wore to the party.
Michael said “My super-heros shirt.”
Sam said “My Unicorn shirt.” (I’m sure Ralph Lauren would be thrilled to know that his polo player emblem could be easily mistaken for a unicorn.)
By the way, the clothes they were talking about were the ones they wore to school on FRIDAY, when it was 85 degrees, and then sat in a car with them for 4 hours to NY.
“Um – those clothes were dirty.” I said with horror.
They both looked up at me innocently, “We know….we just kept wearing dirty clothes all weekend.” Michael said with a shrug.
Ok – it’s not the end of the world, but I would prefer if my kids didn’t go to family parties with people that we don’t see a lot, wearing dirty, filthy “Unicorn” and super-hero shirts like a couple of homeless people.
I threw the bag down and went in the backyard to question my husband. Michael followed me trying to protect his Dad…”No Mom, it was all Granny’s fault!”
“Um – the kids said that your mother made them wear their dirty clothes to the party instead of the nice clothes I packed.” I said, hoping for a logical explanation.
He was leaned over filling up the kiddie pool, sweating.
He looked up – rolled his eyes, and said “They’re lying.”
Ok – it’s Father’s Day – I decided to let it go.
I went inside to help the kids get into their bathing suits. I told them to take off their cargo shorts and shirts and leave them on the bed to change back into after they were done with the pool.
“But we have been wearing these clothes forever!” Michael
“Yeah – these are our pajamas,” Sam said as he tossed them into the hamper.
“What are you talking about?” I demanded.
“Mom – Granny made us wear these clothes as our pajamas last night.” Michael said with a horrified voice for effect.
What the hell goes on? Why would small children be put to bed in khakis?
I didn’t push it with my husband – seeing as it is Father’s Day and all.
Later my sister-in-law called and I told her the story – she laughed and said “It’s worse than you think – Sam went to the party in just a wife-beater. His other shirt got
dirty at the park.”
Ok – nobody was hurt and my MIL made a point to tell me that she bathed them twice, and she watched them, etc. But really – sending my preschooler to a party like a crystal
meth addict and my 5-year-old to bed in heavy constrictive clothing is CRAZY!! Mothers cannot leave their children’s side for a minute!!
I was going to go on and on about how I can’t trust my husband to make sure things get done properly; but that would not be nice in the spirit of Father’s Day. I will save that for another post.
The fact is – even though Moms usually do everything perfectly – there are some times when Dads come in quite
handy. He does the yard work, he kills the bugs, he puts together toys, he grills, he takes out the garbage, he plays sports, the list goes on and on of activities and chores that I refuse to do – and thank God – he does!
I love my husband – and even though he (and his family) have no regard for my wardrobe guidelines or proper party attire he is a great Dad. We are lucky to have him (upstairs right now doing air guitar with the boys to music) while I finish my blog.
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