20 things I did last night, a husband b%^&$*ing session.

Let me put you in context.

Husband and I have been together about 8 years. We have two kids,. 2.5 years old and 4.5 months old.

A long time ago (it seems), I used to work as a chief sound engineer in a recording studio in Los Angeles. At that time, Husband's band was signed to a major label. But, major label doesn't automatically equal salary, so I was bringing home the ham (I live in Canada now, I speak canadian! hehe), which was totally fine by me!

For a couple years before we had kids, we both were lucky enough to stay home and compose our respective musics. That was privileged and we are both very grateful for having had that before needing to strap down and go on the "being parents" carpool lane!

We decided to move to Montreal when I got pregnant with our first. That meant Husband had to get a "real" job since we wanted to breastfeed. Or should I say "we wanted our son to be breastfed"! 

I'm very proud of Husband. He found a job after 4 months of search, AND he managed to climb up the giant bean tree really fast. In only one year he became a creative director of a multimedia company. An industry he had virtually no experience in! His job is very interesting, rewarding, not too hard, with very few people in the office. He can even stay home to work whenever he wants to, and his hours are pretty much 10 to 5 when he does go to the office. Nice, huh!?

We can send our son to daycare, and I can stay home with our daughter. Pretty privileged if you ask me, and am very grateful for it, though on a very tight budget and I am very envious of the career thing!

Doesn't sound too stressful, right?

How come I'm a ball of anxiety then?

Let's review a sample period of time, shall we!

Last night: 

1. ME: Bathed both kids

2. 
ME: Massaged and clothed Toddler ; HIM: Massaged and clothed Baby

3. ME: Fed bottle to Baby; HIM: Microwaved indian food packs

4. ME: Put away dishes, clean kitchen (microwave food requires spreading!); HIM: Checked email, twitter, facebook, surf. Baby on lap

5. ME: Cleaned 6 Baby bottles, sterilized them; HIM: Surfed, Baby on lap. Told me he'd take a shower.

6. ME: Changed Toddler (w/ Toddler poop, hmm!); HIM: Told me he'd charge my cell phone (didn't happen)

7. ME: Put Toddler to bed

8. ME: Put Baby to bed; HIM: Didn't shower

9. ME: Fed Baby bottle (1:30am); HIM: Slept

10. ME: Tried to put Baby back to sleep after Toddler woke up (5:30am) HIM: Bitched

11. ME: Fed Baby bottle (6am) HIM: Slept

12. ME: Gave Toddler medicine and fed him breakfast while giving bottle to Baby (I have strong arms); HIM: Slept

13. ME: Did a load of laundry; HIM: Woke up 

14. ME: Changed Toddler (poop again, double hmm), clothed him, played with him; HIM: Still waking up

15. ME: Made myself breakfast; HIM: Still waking up

16. ME: Ate breakfast. Baby on lap crying; HIM: Made himself coffee. Told me he'd put away the things from the suitcase (a couple cables of his in suitcase opened in living room since we got back from our trip to his parents' 2 weeks ago. I packed and unpacked 4 of them with one hand.) (didn't happen)

17. ME: Changed Baby; HIM: Cleaned up (45 min in bathroom)

18. ME: Did another load of laundry, folded the previous one. Baby crying in front of me, Toddler playing by himself; HIM: Still in the bathroom

19. ME: Rocked Baby to sleep; HIM: Still in the bathroom. Yells he's going to put away the few things remaining in the duffle bag in our room from our week-end trip 3 days ago. (didn't happen)

20. ME: Cleaned up and dressed myself; HIM: Took Toddler to daycare

Am I hyperactive or is this list not balanced? Mind you, I'm writing this post (and most posts I write) with one hand while giving the bottle to Baby...

Can you see that my husband is a fantastic human being, an amazing provider and a good dad!? I think he is, but once in a while he tries himself at that 50's mother-does-it-all crap, and this blog is where I can vent!

I think I should do something!What, you say? No sex? Nah, we're parents of 2 kids under 3, sex doesn't happen all that often to begin with! I say NO LAUNDRY! That's right, we'll see how he does without boxers and clean socks to go to the office!!

Cheers!