Before I start this story, I am by no means throwing my husband under the bus, more like having a laugh as his expense. He has been more than fabulous with the boys and is more than capable to take care of them. And someday very soon, he will be the boys' preference since I am sure he'll be the "cool parent" letting them eat candy and throw balls in the house :)
Let me back up a bit...Matt had decided to take the boys to his parents house on Day 2 of "daddy daycare" not because he is overwhelmed at watching them, but because it is obnoxiously oppressive here in MA and his parents have a bee-utiful brand new pool. I definitely couldn't blame him because a) a day by the pool is better than most any day AND b) he has built in help when going over there!
Needless to say, yes my baby boys were still alive when I got home. Wet & out of emergency food, but still alive. Andthey have been since I started work which is great for me...since I did spend nine months and all growing them, I'd at least be able to keep them around for longer than any of my silly houseplants.
And now Matt knows what it's like to not go to the bathroom for the entire day...and he can appreciate that's all I wanted to do when he came home from work. Now it's his turn, knock yourself out honey...the bathroom is all yours!