Pet peeve…
I love this from Bluegrass Mama’s blog:
There are also some special worship events that we’d both like to attend, but we’ve decided to do some “tag team parenting” with Emily for those. Last night I went to a service with some friends. They’re a married couple with two kids of their own. The wife asked me where Steve was. “Home,” I replied (not even mentioning that he just may have made his decision based partly on the fact that Louisville was playing Memphis on TV).
“Oh, he’s babysitting?” she asked.
I sure hope she was kidding. After a moment of stunned silence, I said, “Well, I prefer to think of it as parenting.”
I’ve always hated it when I want to go out with a friend, and she tells me she has to ask her husband to “babysit”. Aren’t they his kids, too? I’m so glad my hubby doesn’t see it that way. He was wonderful last night and let me go to my parents’ house to watch the Oscars — uninterrupted by kiddos. Love you, honey!
