Did he have a lobotomy?

Last night after an hour of trying to put my son to bed my husband goes upstairs to bed. I know, to many people this would be a normal thing, however, there were still dishes from dinner left in the sink, my son's toys were still out and there was laundry to be folded. All of that on top of a ton of personal work that I was yet to finish. Why is it that some men beleive that their sole responsibility is to go to work every morning and 'bring home the bacon'? And, why do they believe that their wives sit araound and do their nalis all day? Oh, quite the contrary my friend! As all of you other mothers know, we wear many hats all day long, some at the same time. There are times that I lay awake at night looking at my dear husband and considering the different ways to kill him. Then I remember that I'd never be able to carry him out to dispose of the body so I turn on a late night re-run of Sex And The City, kiss him on the cheek and try to go back to sleep. Maybe one day when we're retired and the kids are gone he'll start to understand all I do for him everyday...but I doubt it.

Ode to The Constant Toddler

My son Harper... oh Harper. I have trouble getting mad at him somedays. It's not that he's bad or mean, quite the opposite, he's simply constant. I tell him over and over everyday the same things: don't touch the tivo, don't take your shoes off in the grocery store, get out of mommy's make-up drawer. He's just like a puppy with a need to investigate everything in sight. I know you're not supposed to say things like this, but if I don't find a solution for this he will not live to see his next birthday.