Really, the weekend is over?

Okay, so the weekend was fabulous-full of three hour naps, wild parties, and destination weddings. NOT!! I'm a mom for god's sake, that's not going to happen for another 20 something years. Reality check-it was full of smiles, giggles, and yes .......delirium. Delirium gave me a rude awakening on Saturday morning at 6:15 AM in the form of a 19 month old toddler. Riley decided that he wasn't having it and was going to wake with the roosters. As one would expect, my husband dragged his butt out of bed and instead of entertaining said toddler, he choose to bring him into our bed. Picture this scenario folks.....two adults, an infant, and a toddler all in one bed. Mind you, I nurse my infant so he's laying pretty close to me with a boob in his mouth. Then the toddler is on top of my pillow stroking (or rather pulling) my hair and trying to grab the bib under my boob to wipe his brother's mouth. Uhhmmmm, yeah, pretty ridiculous if you ask me. As many times as my husband said "No, no Riley, mommy is feeding your brother, please lay down and sleep," he choose to not listen. Even between him trying to help out, I could hear the dreaded sound that sends this mama on a rampage......snoring!!!! I hate snoring. I hate it even more when it comes from my beloved's nose and mouth. That means he's sleeping and I'm not. After he brings in our toddler to our sleeping oasis and he is the only one asleep....I think not! So I do what any grown  @$$ woman would do, I scream, "I quit," jump out of bed, demand he change someone's poopy diaper, and lay in the fetus position on the bedroom floor like a tortoise stuck within their shell, and block everyone out. I tried to reach my happy place....it didn't work. I was perturbed having been up every hour and a half the night before feeding and changing little Mr. Poopy diapers. Of course, being a man, the husband has no clue as to my evening as he peacefully rested said evening away, he probably just thought I was being cute. However, inside I was a raging, molten-hot volcano, ready  to combust. Then my toddler began rubbing my back and bestowing bear hugs on me. This changed everything. Now it was time to face the day with a huge mug of joe that would never be finished since I have two kiddos. Ahhhh, the life of a mommy.
So this weekend,I truly noticed how great and not so great men can be. Number one: my husband loves his children wholeheartedly and is an amazing dad. Number two: He's a man, need I say more? Sticking with the "He's a man," I once read somewhere, that we women should adopt the man's way when it comes to kids. We should just be layed back more like them. Well if that happened, the kids would cry way too much for my liking. For instance, if my husband changes a night-time poopy filled diaper, often I find myself waking him to ask him to do so. Then before he gets the high-pitched squealing goat boy from his pack and play paradise or from the bed to change, he goes to the restroom. Now if I change the baby, I'm already awake, the bambino gets changed immediately and then I use the bathroom. Another time, I asked my dear hubby to change our little guy and he asked me "Can I drink my chocolate milk first?" Uhmmmm, no, would you like to be our little one sitting in a pile of chocolate milk? Us women, we don't eat or drink until our kiddos are content. The men, they adopt the layed back "I'll get to it soon," approach. I'm so glad they don't mind the innocent screams of infinite helplessness that escape our children's mouth when in the menfolk's care. However, I for one, don't enjoy the loud wailing.
Happy Monday ya'll!! That's what South Carolina folks say :)