Let Daddy Do What He Does

On Saturday, my lady friend and I got into a bit of a tiff.  I know what you’re thinking:  Her fault!  Well, yes, but let me finish.

It was her turn to sleep in on the weekend and I had to feed our little miracle baby breakfast, give him his bottle, put him down for his first nap.  This wouldn’t normally be a problem, but the boy’s been a bit under the weather lately.  He hasn’t been eating as much as he usually does and he’s a lot more cranky.  He whines a lot, he clings to legs more and minor disappointments become devastating (I suggested war in Iraq was misguided and he lost it!).

Having spent a great deal of time with the boy, I have a very high threshold for whining.  My lady friend’s tolerance is much lower.  So when the whining turned into crying, it greatly upset her.  After a couple of passive aggressive text messages (I LOVE getting text messages from the room next door.  It’s so 21st century!  Delete.), she burst out of the bedroom…

My Lady Friend:  How do you expect me to sleep with all that crying?!

Me:  I don’t know.

MLF:  Did you feed him?  He was supposed to have eaten breakfast a half hour ago!

Me:  He didn’t eat any of it.

MLF:  Then give him the bottle!

Me:  He wouldn’t take it.

MLF:  You’re not allowed to sleep in tomorrow!  I am sleeping in and you’re taking care of him all day today and all day tomorrow!!

Me:  What?!  That’s not fair.  I tried to get him to eat!

MLF:  You’re not even doing it right!She started to reach for the boy.

Me:  Hey!  Go back to sleep!  Just… let daddy do what he does.

She went back to bed, furious.  But, really, the case was closed.  I had finally realized how to end all arguments from now on.  There’s no comeback for that.Daddy does what he does, and you just gotta let him do it.