September 28, 2015
My wife has many wonderful qualities. Too many to list. But who wants to read all the great stuff about a person. I certainly don’t. Let’s focus on her worst quality. She’s an incredible slob. The worst I’ve ever come across and I was no slouch in that department before we met 16 years ago.
When we first moved in together I remember coming home after work and becoming alarmed at what I saw. Her clothes had been thrown on the ground just like you’d see in a movie when someone is in the throws of passion. Shoes on the ground, followed by pants, then underwear, shirt and bra, leading to the bedroom. When my shaky hand had the courage to turn the knob and open the door, what I saw was anti-climatic, but would still impact my life forever. There she was, in bed with a book, a soda and a sleeve of crackers!
(Doesn’t the bedding in every house have food stains?)
Finding my wife like this set the table, for the next 15 years, of random piles of clothes in every corner of the house, dirty dishes found in unexplainable areas and the interior of a car that is not to believed.
(I’ve been sent to find things in her car, and always come back a shaken man)
It all evens out. I can’t do any of the man stuff around the house, and it’s been left to her. Anything that needs to built, installed, hung or involves batteries has been deemed her chore because I am so inept.
What neither of has spoken out loud, but I know we’re both thinking is that we’re looking forward to our children doing all this crap for us. Sure, we talk about how excited we’re going to be when they speak their first words or take their first steps but the milestone that really makes my heart skip a beat, is imagining one or both of them unloading the dishwasher and putting everything away.
(You can’t see it, but take me at my word. Posting this photo has caused a single tear to trickle down my face in a touching yet masculine way.)
I know that some kids are early speakers, uttering their first words at seven or eight months. I want my Boys to be early workers. I want people to marvel when they see my sons mowing the lawn at the age of three.
I see no need to patronize my children with a Fisher Price lawn mower. The Hurley Boys are going to get the real deal. These power mowers have plenty of safety features and if they’re going to play it makes sense to play productively.
Same goes for all kids tools.
As a parent who respects his children, I’m not going to give Arthur and Charles a set of tools and work bench that won’t get the job done. Every adult has known the thrill of holding a real power drill and I’m going to give them that same thrill in very practical terms as soon as humanly possible. Let the other parents have their kids leave a plastic hammer in the toaster. My Boys are going to be drilling holes for curtain rods in their bedroom. They’ll be like little Amish Boys who get to watch TV. They’re going to be Mommy’s little helpers, but for real.
Their first steps are going to soon be followed by a fun game I like to call, “Let’s Pick Up After Mommy.”
I’ll play the game with them the first time or two so they know the rules, but after that they’ll enjoy this game so much more without Daddy’s interference.
It’s been four and a half months of hard labor taking care of these kids. How soon is “too soon” to start making a chore chart and posting it on the Fridge? I say let’s get them ahead of the curve.
Least Favorite Child Results
September 26 – Least Favorite is Charles. I may have set him up for winning the day. We planned a Saturday trip to the Aquarium and by haphazardly putting a diaper on him before we left, I set in motion what was to come. Right around the time we were looking at the Jellyfish Exhibit, my wife had a look on her face that told me that she wasn’t just amazed at this beautiful sea creature. Charles had crapped through his diaper and onto my wife. After a half hour in the bathroom she emerged with a wet shirt and Charles in nothing but a diaper. In just one bowel movement he had turned our family into the white trash family at the Aquarium.
September 27 – Least Favorite is Arthur. Sometimes winning Least Favorite is all about timing. Arthur decided to get fussy and need attention during the second half of a good football game. Tough to get into the game while you’re coddling another human.
Total Days as Least Favorite Child
Charles – 50 Days
Arthur – 45 Days
Tied as Least Favorite – 1 Day
Days Since Neil Patrick Harris Received My Post and Hasn’t Responded – 73
Happy Monday, you devilish bastard!
New World Mom said:
As always, laughed my ass off. Shared
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stephenmhurley said:
Darla, you are the best!!
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theshe519119 said:
Infant public nudity priceless. I had to sit in church for three hours with bright poop on my dress so i feel her pain!
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Todd Duffey Writes on Things said:
Brilliance, once again, Mister H! Compact-but-jam-packed with adventurous entertainment (not unlike your wife’s car?)! I recall from a very early age my mother telling me (as she changed me), “I’m doing this for you now, so that one day you’ll do it for me.” I’ve moved as far away from her as I can in distance, in hopes that that eye-for-an-eye trade won’t happen.
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thelovelymissquinn said:
LMFAO!!!!!!!! Nice try but if you care enough about a person, you will do things you would never in your worst nightmares consider wanting to do. And you’ll do them all the while cursing them to Hades and back. LOL
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Mums Monster Map said:
I love this post! I have two boys and the two (3 in Nov) year old loves his explosive surprises. My eldest is 6 think I should start the car washing initiative my car looks like your wife’s.
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Sincerely, Hil said:
So funny!! I don’t have kids but I can only hope that I can have fun and a great sense of humour about them when I do. It all sounds… adventurous 😉
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GigTog said:
Your posts have become my morning ab workout.
Laughing my ads off!
Thanks!
Dori
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stephenmhurley said:
Thanks, Dori! What are abs?
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GigTog said:
Hahaha! Abs? Aren’t they those mythical muscles that are supposed to reside in my fluffy midsection?!?
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Jeff | Planet Bell said:
As usual, laughing my ass off. Thanks for the humor and the reminder of why I don’t have kids.
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Laura (PA Pict) said:
I too have been a member of “that” family. On more than one occasion, I have travelled with the vomit of more than one small person in my hair and on my clothes. I forget now how many times we were all almost starkers because of explosive poop.
I chuckled along with your post but I also hope your idea of training kids to be labour era works out for you. It hasn’t for me. Years of chore charts with reward stickers, access to mummy’s prize drawer, loss of privileges for not doing chores balanced out by pocket money for doing them… All are failed strategies. My kids are both indolent and slobbish. It. Drives. Me. Spare! They force me to use stick rather than carrot and still they do the bare minimum. So if you find the formula for getting kids to be tidy and helpful and hard working around the house then please do let me know.
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cynthiamvoss said:
Love your aquarium story! I feel bad for laughing, but I’ve been there too.
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stephenmhurley said:
Cynthia, because it happened to my wife I feel a little bad for laughing as well.
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cynthiamvoss said:
Sorry to say, you’ll probably get your turn eventually… Hope she takes it easy on you.
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Pecora Nera said:
After reading your post I have decided to ask Mrs Sensible if we should consider have a couple of kids, I have a shelf that needs putting up and the bathrooms always need cleaning.
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QoE said:
You should hide the least favorite of the day in your wife’s car and see how long it takes her to find him. I think that sounds like a fun game. Or something that will get CPS called on me for suggesting it. It could go either way. Also, it’s been nearly a full fiscal quarter, NPH. Get it together already.
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Jana said:
“Posting this photo has caused a single tear to trickle down my face in a touching yet masculine way.” This line made me laugh out loud at work. Unfortunately, I have to tell you that kids quickly catch on to the “clean up game.” Before you know it, they’ll be demanding money for “playing”.
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stephenmhurley said:
Thanks for killing my dream, Jana!
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