Routine Schmootine

Happy Fatherhood Friday everyone! If it's not already, you should make it part of your routine to visit all of the great bloggers over at dad-blogs.com.

So lately over here at Busy-Dad-E, the family and I are struggling to keep any semblance of a routine. Between work, the (slight) unpredictability of having a Bab-E, boys who won't eat and then wake up at night screaming with the munchies, having our house on the market with a new realtor, packing and moving to a new house in less than two weeks, there is a palpable tension at times that makes me afraid we could all spontaneously combust.

In short, it's pretty much chaos.

And so, to keep myself from going over the edge for a little comic relief, let me share with you a few snippets of life at our house these days.

-Our house is so full of boxes, that although there actually IS a path to walk through it, I'm fully expecting the film crew from the show Hoarders to knock on the door any day now.

-Piles of boxes and boxes stacked throughout the house are an indoor jungle gym for 2 and 5 year-olds. Like moths to a flame, they cannot resist the temptation, and can take down the boxes faster than you can tape them up.

-Whatever toy you put in a box suddenly becomes THE MOST INTERESTING, IMPORTANT ITEM to a child, even if they haven't looked at or played with it in years.

-Big Brother and Little Brother, but moreso Little Brother, have suddenly had this fascination with pulling their shirts over their heads, a la Cornholio


And so the other night, tired of trying to wrestle them into the bed, I decided to "join them." I pulled my shirt over my head, started spouting out, "I am Cornholio. I need tp. I no need hall-pass." Low-and-behold, like Lemmings, they followed me straight into their room.

-Mom-E and I have been "burning the candle at both ends", frequently staying up until 1-2am (and then getting up at 6:30 or so), to work on packing. Often times, one of us has the energy to stay up, and the other falls asleep. When one of us tries to wake the other up, funny things happen:

The other night, Mom-E fell asleep on the couch around 9:30 (having been up past 1am for about 3 nights in a row). Around 11:30, Bab-E Brother awoke in a screaming fit of hunger. I brought him to her and said, "Mom-E, Bab-E wants to eat." She sat up on the couch pretty quickly and proceeded to just stare at me for a few moments. Meanwhile, I'm standing in front of her holding a screaming 2 month old. Finally, Mom-E says, "What are you doing? What do you want?"

"Uh, I was hoping you could feed the screaming life-form I'm holding in front of you, dear, since I kinda can't."

On that note, have a good weekend and get some sleep,
Busy-Dad-E