My old lady is a good ole fashion mom. Forget all the moving pieces and pending doom in our life, T decided first day of school presents for teachers are a “thing”. Teachers also means day care workers. So what does she do in the middle of the night?
Thats right 12 gifts… Brisket’s 2 teachers, the 2 teachers next door to Brisket who sometime take care of her, the school chef, 3 front desk workers, the girl with yellow eyes, Jack’s 2 teachers, the girl who is there by herself in the early morning.
Yeah i mean if it really was a thing i had planned to pick up 2 or 3 Hot & Ready’s around noon and drop them off at the school. Not T she has got this momma thing down and is currently brainstorming birthday party teams for 2, 3, and 4. Thanks to me 2 will be off the hook.
Another example of her going above and beyond was a few mornings ago. I am the nature morning person between the two of us and have been getting up with him between 5-6am every day for the past couple of months. Well she can tell i am tired. Jack woke up around 4:45am with a stinger in his diaper so we both got up to change him and try to get him back to sleep. Cup of milk, couple good songs, T in the crib with him, and none of it was working. She told me to “Go back to bed baby, i got it”. Awesome.
I woke up again about 6 am and noticed the house was dead silent. Maybe they went for a walk? Whataburger? The baby monitor was still on and sitting on my night stand so i picked it up. I felt like i was in the middle of a horror movie. The monitor was still pointing at his bed and it was empty. I started to pan the camera left and it slowly began to give me a glimpse of the crime scene. Every single item in the room which could be reached 3 ft and under was on the floor. Chairs flipped over, teepee in ruins, diaper pale upside down, and right in the middle of it all:
My little all-star momma. Out cold. Good news is he had not killed her. When i opened the door a little head emerged from behind the teepee and said “Eat Eat”.