Erin go bleearrrgh.
Laid Off Dad | March 19Our friends Mike and Olivia have three kids under four, and on Saturdays Mike flies solo with all three while Olivia works from 8 to 4. It’s an arrangement that works just fine–unless Saturday is the day after St. Patrick’s Day.
Mike and I got the five kids together for a while on Saturday afternoon, when he confessed he’d been out with work friends until 1.30am, drinking everything within reach. He woke up on his couch, dry-mouthed and fully clothed, just in time for Olivia to walk out the door.
Mike was in bad shape when we got there, and during our visit his resolve steadily deteriorated–until the fourth poopy diaper reduced him to a slumped-over, whimpering mess. The boys and I left before naptime, but we haven’t heard anything from him since. Maybe he made it through, but if you saw the man I saw, you’d agree the odds were even money at best.
What’s the key takeaway here? It pays to teetotal the night before you’re on call with the kids. There’s no time for a little hair of the dog when you’re taking care of the pups.
*runs to pour dog hair out*
I’ve been there (well, only two kids under the age of one) but it is rough. It had made me much more careful when I’m out drinking.
Uh, you guys can still go out and drink? I haven’t seen the inside of a bar in, oh, 4 years or so….
Kids are so inconsiderate.
Drinking? Like alcohol? I don’t remember those days anymore. Turns out I am highly allergic. I guess Before Children, I drank so much, I didn’t care that my face looked and felt like I got caught in the middle of a stampede.