I wanted to post this last week when it happened but did not get a chance but since that night this scenario has come up over and over again, just not to the same extent.
The night it first happened, was a special night in the Urban Daddy household. Determined to get back into some semblance of an exercise routine, I made up my mind early in the day that I would run on the treadmill that evening, by hook or by crook.
Since I’m still within my 3 month window of a new job with much greater responsibility, and the stress / excitement of meeting new people, learning new systems, figuring out acronyms and being on my toes all the time, I have found myself quite exhausted by about 10pm, which means that is around the time I tend to fall asleep on the couch when trying to; watch TV, read, blog, play Cityville, or… exercise. Very unusual for me as I’m used to 1-2am sleeps with 6am wake-ups.
This night was exercise night and the beginning of a new schedule for me.
New Routine – Thursday night.:
Eat dinner with the kids (not unusual at all)
Stewie piano lessons
Give Berry a bath
Linus annoy mummy during math lesson
Berry and Stewie before bed snack.
All kids in bed by 8:15 and I’m going to treadmill for 1/2 hour before I have a shower, then run out to grab milk. I really want to begin getting to bed at a reasonable hour – it is currently 12:33am so that is not happening.
Then it all fell apart.
Urban Mummy wanted to talk to me. We didn’t talk much the previous night and she barely saw me today and she wanted to chat but I patted my flabs and said, “Sorry hun! I have to treadmill”. She was disappointed.
I went to check on the kids and here is what happened;
Walked into Stewie’s room, and surprisingly he was still awake.
“Stay with me, Daddy”, he said.
“Sorry kiddo. I have to treadmill right now so I can shower, get milk and talk to your mother before she falls asleep or kills me”.
He was disappointed.
I went from there to Linus’ room where he was sitting up in his bed too.
“Lay with me, Daddy and tell me a story, please”.
“Can’t buddy. Have to go treadmill before mummy goes to sleep.
He gave me his pouty disappointed face.
Out I marched and right into Berry’s room where surprisingly she was up too.
“Rub my back and stay with me Daddy”, she said.
“Sorry, sweetie, I have to treadmill. Sing for me and I will tuck you in when I’m done.”
She was not happy either because she didn’t sing for me and she usually does. “Bla Bla Blacksheet”
Out I walked.
4 people wanted me to stay with them and 4 people got nothing.
Like I said in the title. Go big or go home. If you’re going to disappoint someone you might as well disappoint all of them.
Dads… You turn. What would you have done?
- Ah, those kids and the things they say… Was I this clever / funny as a kid? I doubt it. (urbandaddy.wordpress.com)
- Should I be concerned that my kids are smarter than me? (urbandaddy.wordpress.com)
- Are you hungrier than a 5-year-old? (urbandaddy.wordpress.com)