My evenings

I can't really say I've done all that much for myself for the past few days except eat and drink. I haven't even had my needed beer after the kids go to bed. The days seem to be getting rougher for some reason and I couldn't put my finger on it until just about twenty minutes ago. My routine has changed.

I'm not talking about bringing a new baby into the house, I'm talking about my husband being home more often this week. Usually he works from 1pm until about 10pm. This is the normal routine in our house. We all get to sleep in as long as possible and then play until nap time, at which point Daddy makes his way out the door and the Mommy routine takes over. There are games, parks, zoo visits and dinner. After all the romping around town we finally have a bath, read a few stories and into bed. Nothing more, nothing less. I now have the house to myself and I can sew, take a bath, clean the dishes or meditate (Hell, I could watch porn and drink toilet water if I really wanted to and nobody would know!), it's pure heaven.

I'm not saying that my routine is better structured in the afternoons after my husband leaves but... it is. So, I am, in fact, saying that... which I have no apologies for (sort of). Let's just say I feel a bit guilty about loving alone time and wanting the hubby to work nights. Daddy only gets to see his kids in the morning. I'm sure that sucks from his point of view.

Being a father and sole breadwinner must be hard. Having to leave when all you want to do is play and protect all day. Let's be honest though, it's easier now then when we humans were some animal's dinner. Instead of having to be strong to kill a Saber-toothed Tiger, Dad's have to be strong enough not to punch their boss or kick their clients for being pricks, thus keeping their job. It's nice to know that we, as a species, have come so far.

So, I feel bad about this but it's annoying when Daddy's schedule becomes a 9 to 5 operation. My husband comes home from working all day not to the usual quiet, tidy house, the love of his life and left overs from dinner waiting for him but crap everywhere, a banshee and two children hitting that "I'm getting so tired I'm going to scream" stage. Welcome home Dad!

I should say that my three month old doesn't notice Daddy as much as all the commotion. It's not the fact that a 6ft 3in man has walked in the door that makes her go crazy, rather it's when my two year old realizes that it is in fact Daddy coming through the door there are squeals and screams. If I were her, I'd freak out too.

Anyway, it's getting closer to Daddy's vacation and perhaps that will help. I think my husband needs it after seeing what the house looks like at 6pm. And why do I find this 9-5 operation annoying? I miss my alone time because, seriously, when else can I get total control of the computer?