I hesitate, no, I hate calling time spent alone with Daddy “daycare” but I can’t resist a great alliterative title.
Chloe spent the weekend home alone with Greg while I went away with our other two girls to a swim meet.
The two at home would feed me play-by-play updates, filling me in on how their time was spent.
Why do people feel sorry for Dads when they hear they are on their own with one of their children?
Do they think Dads are unable to come up with gourmet menus, fun activities and creative games to fill their time?
Is that why I ended up with a “pizza casserole” in my oven with hand-written instructions on how to turn on “which means ‘pre-heat'” an oven in masking tape and a closet full of light bulbs?
Outings included such stops at a local, church bazaar for things like pizza casserole and Costco where the two instantly found something they hadn’t needed nor had they been looking for but became all consuming.
Light-bulbs.
Greg found some light-bulbs that were regularly $18. That’s $18 PER LIGHT BULB. I didn’t think Costco could get away with such an atrocity. For starters, everything comes in packages of 18, they don’t sell singles of anything. Even their bagels, you have to buy two sleeves of six to legally be permitted to leave the store (after of course the cartoonist at the door draws a happy face on the back of the receipt rendering it useless in a court of law). But for some reason, these $18 light bulbs were so expensive they stood alone.
He was hypnotized by the “5 per customer” sign which if I’m being truthful, gets me every time. We’re only human.
The $18 per bulb had a coupon or a rebate or a magic piece of paper that dropped the price to something like $12 which Greg saw as a STEAL and convinced himself (and his pizza casserole loving sidekick) that they couldn’t leave the store without their five.
But here’s what you don’t know Costco. The folks at Daddy Daycare have nothing but time so they returned to the store on three, separate occasions over the weekend and purchased their maximum light bulb allotment again…and again.
We’re all just eating pizza casserole and staring at the ceiling.