On Saturday afternoon, Ella left town for a business trip. Because the kids couldn't wait to begin Quality Daddy Time with me, Zed woke up at 3:40 AM on Sunday morning, followed by Zoey kicking off the covers at 5:15 AM.
What healthy child wakes up at 3:40 AM and is bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, and ready to start the day? One that hates me.
I knew we were in for an awful day. Around 2:00 PM, Zoey turned into a monster. A very scary, very mean, very contrary monster. Every time I told her to do something, I was met with a resounding "NO!" I started toying around with the idea of driving to NYC to pay Ella a surprise visit.
Hell, even the "Santa is watching you" threats weren't working yesterday. I was fully expecting Zoey to reply, "Oh yeah? Tell Santa to suck it."
But we survived. No one killed anyone else. No one became dehydrated from crying too many tears. No one uttered the words, "I hate you."
But I can't be sure she didn't think those words.
But today, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and both kids are in school. And now I'm going to catch up on some sleep!
And Ella owes me a lot more than "a helping hand" when she gets back in town.
Song of the day: I Will Be Hating You For Christmas by Everclear
The Foul Fives
