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My wife was all nervous and such so I did my husbandly duty and did my best to calm her nerves before she left for Italy with her best friend/business partner. Yes I know the number for the doctor. Yes I know she should take tylenol if she has a cold. Yes I know how to administer a quick whack... sorry, a solid pat between her shoulder blades if she's choking on a piece of hotdog.
My wife's the type that can conjur up the worst case scenario for any situation. As an example she was telling me about the skeleton key (that's stuck in the door seperating our living room from our dining room) and how it could be used to get my daughter out of the downstairs bathroom if she suddenly ran in there and locked herself in and climbed up on the sink and got into the medicine cabinet and ...
My daughter and I get along great but... I'm not mommy. Hoo boy. I can hear it coming tomorrow morning - "where's mommy"? My answer will be graciously accepted but the dissapointment will register on her face as the realization that she's stuck with daddy sinks in. Now I understand why dads struggle so hard to do right.
And of course the phone will ring at 6:30am - when my wife finally arrives in Florence after her flight and train ride - and the first words I will hear after I say hello will be "is everything allright?" To which my answer, at that hour of the morning, won't be accepted so graciously.
Geesh. It's a lot of pressure. I feel like I'm going to go on stage and pull off biggest illusion of my life. And it's not just one person's expectations I have to live up to!
I can't believe I actually know what that means!
Lorax-here's a tip:
No matter how easy it was to watch the child, when Mom returns BEG her NEVER to leave again. EXPLAIN in gory detail how TOUGH it was. And how HARD of a job it was to play MOMMY.
Just go on and on about how 'it was the hardest thing you've ever done in your life'.
She'll love you for that.