Here’s a recent quote from Chuck:
Diane “I’m exhausted from food shopping.”
Chuck “Hey, I’m tired too! I’ve been watching three kids, one of whom I didn’t even know was here.”
By my standards that was a fine job. Responsibility and coverage for the kids in consideration for your significant other tops all responsibilities as we Moms and Dads grapple with the ongoing struggle of raising and dealing with kids, their ideals, their hopes and dreams, their tantrums, refusing to eat what’s cooked for dinner, bumming money of ya, bad grades, insolent attitudes and generally being a money siphon akin to laying every dollar you own on the floor with the understanding that a vacuum cleaner will soon come along and clean you out.
Say, that reminds of a story of my own: (We had a one-year old boy at the time. Mother’s Day, circa 2001)
Wife (early morning): “Well”?
Me: “Well what”?
Wife: “Where’s my Mother’s Day gift?”
Me (sensing trouble): “I didn’t get u one”
Wife: “WHY NOT!!???
Me: “You’re not my mother”.
I paid a king’s ransom for that response friends and in some ways so discreet (other ways more overt) that I still haven’t any cognizance of them 20 years later.
Marriage/kids: Think hard my readers.