On Women's Day, my husband gave me a day of "love holiday" and said that he let me enjoy the holiday, and he was fully responsible for taking the baby.
I looked at my four-year-old cub who was still pulling paper and asked my husband, "Are you sure?" Then the solidity made him feel the "happiness" of a "father's kindness and filial piety".
Crash is the beginning of the day
My husband and I raised the "love holiday" when he looked tall, and how broken he was after a day of taking the baby. As a mother who still has a "little conscience", I did not really give myself a holiday and completely separated from the family, but chose to accompany the whole process of "holding my arms and watching" the play.
After repeatedly communicating with my husband to make sure that I would never touch the baby on Women's Day, I saw the first "good play" early in the morning: asking the baby to get up.
My cubs have a bit of a big temper and eat soft and not hard. Every morning I used to be "Mom loves you, get up and play games with Mom!" "Get up at bed and let the mother kiss the baby." After a few words he rubbed his eyes and got up.
On this day, my husband called the cub to get up, called for a few minutes and did not see the movement, my husband's "man's soul" burned, one moment patted the baby's face, the other moment pinched his hand, in a vain attempt to wake up the sleeping "kitten", the result was that the "male lion" woke up, opened his mouth and howled out a song "Destiny Chapter One".
My husband was so frightened that he looked at me for the first time, and I:
What followed was another meal of chicken flying dog jumping, dressing and brushing teeth, washing face and eating, and it was almost nine o'clock after sending the cubs to kindergarten. My husband wiped the sweat from his head and said, "I'm about to be late for work for the first time this year." I patted the guy on the shoulder: "When it's time for school, you may have to leave early, the war has just begun, and comrades still need to work hard." ”
Bringing a baby is a physical task
At noon, I went shopping at the mall, did a haircut, enjoyed my personal time, took a cup of milk tea to my husband's company, and went with him to pick up the children from school.
After holding the cup of milk tea, the husband said, "It's a bit of a severed head meal." ”
After picking up the child, my husband said to go out for dinner, and I thought to myself: If you don't want to cook, just say it. But the mouth did not say anything, after all, the child was happy like a wild horse that was about to lose its reins.
When eating, it was another big fight between eating by himself and feeding his father, the dinner table was a mess, forcing his husband to take off his suit jacket and wrap up the wild horse, the wild horse seemed to think it was quite funny, and he finally opened his mouth to finish eating.
I quietly gave my husband a thumbs up, a powerful suit fierce man just to feed the baby a meal.
Back at home, at first, her husband tried to control the cubs, asked him if there was anything interesting at school, and asked him if he wanted to listen to his father tell stories.
In the end, he was completely defeated, and collapsed there, allowing the cub to bounce around, attacking his stomach for a while and rubbing his head for a while.
It was hard to catch the cub to take a bath, and after washing it, he was even wetter than the baby. I looked at his awkward look, and remembered that the day before he was so full of enthusiasm that he almost couldn't stop the music, and he kindly asked him to take a shower, and I told the child a bedtime story.
Love is the most advantageous weapon
When my husband entered the room after taking a bath, he finally recovered a little bit of "human appearance", and the child calmed down and changed back into the soft and sticky baby. The husband took the storybook and continued to talk, telling the story that the cub suddenly reached out and touched his father's face: "Daddy, I love you." ”
I just watched this nine-foot boy's eyes get wet!
But I didn't laugh at him, what was wrong with him, he was just a thirty-something baby who was defeated by a four-year-old baby who coexisted with demons and angels.
When the child fell asleep, I sat down on the couch and chatted, and I affirmed my husband's hard work that day, praising him as the defined hero of Women's Day, the contemporary Ultraman.
The husband said: "Wife, it is really hard to take the baby, but he is so healing when he is obedient, I really feel that you are not easy today." ”
I touched his head: "But I did take a break today, or you will 'die' me in the future!" Baby is up to you! ”
Let go, in order to have more gains
Really, sisters, it's so cool to "play missing" days in parenting.
I fully realized why the whole people are against the "missing" parenting of fathers, but middle-aged fathers still pretend to be dead.
Running a family is like two people working together to pour water into a bucket, and when one person pours too much and too diligently, the other person will naturally be lazy and less.
If the mothers are this person who has less irrigation, the world will not collapse, the earth will not stop, but the parent-child relationship will become harmonious, the mother's mood will become better, and the men in the family will feel more responsible and loving.
This Women's Day, my husband gave me a "holiday of love" that trumps any expensive luxury in the world. From today onwards, we all have a renewed understanding of family relations, husband and wife need to stand on the united front, are comrades in arms hand in hand, and we intend to readjust each other's distribution of family time and responsibilities in the future.
I also hope to see that the sisters here can also try to learn to "let go", let go of their own hands in control of the family, and circle their fathers, but there will be more gains.