Are you kidding me?

I know all the mothers out there will hear me loud and clear, but just in case I am writing to a woman who has a superman-mutant husband never before seen on this Earth or even Universe; I will spell it out.

This morning my sweet husband was soundly sleeping in his bed as I showered and got ready for the day. I had a little bounce in my step and a song in my heart as I realized that I could go to work early and get some stuff done. I know it sounds weird that I would be so excited to go to work early, but when you have to rush everyone to school and daycare all morning, breeze into work 5 minutes before the students arrive, and do the same exact mad rush after the students leave to get everyone to their necessary destination, you get a little excited to have a few minutes to get your head in the game of teaching.

Just before I left for work without any children in tow. (Yeah, you know I blasted that music in the car!) I reminded my sweet husband that he needed to get Brook to the bus stop by 8:30 a.m. "Aw! Can't you take her?" whined my husband as he rolled over in bed. I replied, "You want me to wait an hour so I can take her to school-I actually have the opportunity to get some work done at school!" "All I wanted to do this morning was sleep in..." Can you hear the whine? Should we call the WAAMBULANCE? Like I get to sleep in? I reminded him that the baby was highly unlikely to let him sleep past operation bus-drop anyway.

It wasn't until I spent 9 hours childless that I realized that my husband has a sweet hook-up everyday. I love my kids and all, but I feel like they are attached to my hip at all times. Even if they aren't all with me. I know where they all are and when I need to pick them up. Today was the first day that I didn't really worry myself with these details. Paul on the other hand got a taste of motherhood. Getting the baby dressed, laundry, cleaning the house, taking Brook to the bus, taking Ryan to the dentist, hauling Natalie everywhere, coordinating playdates, entertaining the baby, and trying to fix someone's computer.

It was a nice switch for a day. I do have to admit that I hyperventilated several times when I thought I had left my children somewhere. As much as it is easy to be a dad sometimes, I still love being the mom.