Run rampant in their grumpy pants!
Somehow, even though there is no comprehension of time, they both know when Dad is late coming home. The day could be going great, then 730 rolls around and the grumpies make their appearance. Baby Charles begins to whine and whimper for cuddles since he is missing his Dad time, while Andrew is sent to the corner for the third time in 15 minutes. When the phone rings at 7, I unintentionally cringe since I know that the news is more than likely a meeting went late, a bid needs closing or traffic is horrendous.
Things I need to remember for next time:
1. Don’t let them see that ‘cringe’. And,
2. Stay cheery and understanding. I’m not the only one who needs ‘Dad time’. After 12 hours with just me, I’d be cranky too.
However, they were in bed in record time the other day while Dad was gone. Clearly all the mom evading that was going on tired them out. It turned out to be a nice evening on the couch with a delicious rum and coke and an episode of Sliders with my man.