My child is borderline lactose intolerant, like he can have milk as long as that is his only dairy for the day. If he has cheese then he better not have more than a couple of cups of milk. We have ratios and in general we know how to work with his diet. My husband apparently pays attention to none of that. In one of the rare occasions that he tried to help out by giving me time in the house alone; he went out with Joe. He was gone for a total of three hours, to the library, the zoo, the grocery store and even the parking lot for an impromptu nap. You know, when a kid passes out within two minutes of getting to your destination and the number one rule is to never wake a sleeping baby… yea…
Well, during his outing I was occansioanlly receiving picture text updates of where they were and what they were doing. It went something like this
At the library: he sure does love that fish tank
At the zoo: look babe, he loves ice cream
Parking Lot: guess I have to wait to go inside huh?
At the store: I think we need this mask
I did not reply because, well, my hands were covered in paint and I pretty much got all these texts at once. But I noticed the ice cream and thought… he knows better, he has to… and then I hear the garage door open. I count the steps, yes he’s rushing, and then I hear the door slam… YUP he’s rushing. I greet my husband who is holding a pissed off toddler and a disheveled diaper bag. This is how it went down:
Husband: I ran out of diapers, I had to bring him home, that diarrhea is unbelievable, I don’t know what he ate that made him poop so much, it’s everywhere…
ME: How much dairy did he have?
Husband: He only had his bottle, the rest was just his snack poofs while we were shopping….he went through three diapers in an hour!
ME: so not TWO cones of ice cream?
Husband: He LOVED THOSE
ME: I love chocolate, that doesn’t mean it won’t turn on me and make me fat…
Husband: I’ll go get the bath ready….