Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Vent

When I get home from work after ten pm, I find DH fast asleep in front of the evening news broadcast on TV. Birdie is awake, his six-year old face blue in the dim light from the TV. "I'm so hungry," he greets me.

Dylan comes bounding from his room at full tilt: "Look you have to try to reconstruct the Lego Man; he has a squid head and you can pick out whatever body you like!" He is punchy from exhaustion.

"So what did you guys have for dinner?" I ask.

"Nothing!" they chime. Then they correct themselves: a bowl of cereal and two bites of toast. Between them. There is food in the fridge.

If I ask DH why he didn't feed our kids, he will explain, logically, that they did not ask for food.

The boys have to get up for school in the morning. Judging from the body odor emanating from them, they will also need showers in the morning.

So now should I hire a sitter, instead of relying on DH?