I raced home today, after being with Ellie and her kindergarten class at the zoo all day, (more on that later) so I could take Annie to her dance class.
Daddy had stayed home with Annie and Austin today, so as we arrived I expected a certain level of mess. I mean, daddy is, well, a daddy, and not a mommy. He doesn't pick up the toys as he goes, he doesn't try and keep everything tidy. He just plays. Most of the time that's just fine with me, although every now and then I get a bit frustrated when I arrive home to find the house destroyed.
Today when Ellie and I arrived, I had a moment of that frustration. It seriously looks like we ran a daycare at my house today. Toys were, excuse me are, everywhere. The piles of dishes are still in the sink and on the counters from the game night Janelle and I hosted last night.
Sweet Janelle left me a message earlier saying she hoped my big strong husband had done the dishes for me today. The thought had crossed my mind. I thought maybe he would. Yeah, not so much. Looks like he just played.
Okay, so upon arriving, I snatched up Annie and headed back out to take her to dance. Everything was just fine, we got our leotard on, our ballet shoes on, our dance bag ready with our adorable tiny tap shoes...and then she got stubborn. This little princess of mine has been showing her independent streak lately. She's thrown a few curve balls our way, and today was another one. She refused to set one tiny foot into her class. She opted for some serious discipline and a nap, over dance class. So home we came. She's in bed now "napping". Austin also went down for a second nap, since he was worn out from his day of utter home destruction.
When Annie and I had unexpectedly arrived back home, Daddy was getting ready to play a board game with Ellie. I didn't take much notice, since I was fuming mad at little Miss Priss, I mean Annie. I came in to check email, and take a few deep breaths, and that's when I heard...
I'm the Princess Champion!!!
I glanced in to see daddy, fully decked out in a crown and earrings, with his arms in the air in victory. They were playing Pretty Pretty Princess, Cinderella edition.
I have to say, all remnants of frustration at him melted away. I mean, he's playing Pretty Pretty Princess for goodness sakes! How cute is that?! I'm glad he does that, plays and enjoys our children, when he has a day off.
Oh well about the mess and the dishes. It was worth it for him to be crowned the Princess Champion!