Help!

Luke has always been a hand full, a fun and cute handful…but a handful all the same. Now with our baby girl, “handful” has taken on a new meaning. One night I was washing dishes and bottles while my husband took over “bath duty”. This was good for me, because the kids were focused on daddy and the bath water and it allowed me to do dishes without needing to worry about anyone “messing” with my dishwasher in the process.


There I was happily washing dishes when I hear a muffled “I can’t…condish…” and I am thinking what did my husband say? So I turn off the water and ask, “what?” and he says “I can’t work under these conditions!” So I laugh, dry my hands and walk down the hall to see what he is complaining about. When I looked in Luke’s room there was my husband trying to undress Luke, getting his shoes off at the time, and our baby girl is trying to crawl all over my husband’s legs trying to “help”.

Since that night, that has become the basic routine, whether it is my husband or myself…one of us is always trying to elbow back our baby girl while wrestling Luke to get dressed or undressed, whatever the case may be. When my husband is found in this circumstance he’ll simply say “I can’t work under these conditions” and I’ll come to the rescue and put our baby girl in the other room with me.

During the daytime this often happens to me, therefore I usually don’t get any “help” and have to deal with my “work conditions”. But, at night my husband is usually around when I do the “bath time”…so I call out “help!” when I am under “attack” and my husband knows and will come in and “rescue” me, whether it be Luke attacking or our baby girl. I’m thankful to have “backup”, even if it is just at night!!