Thank God for Mommas. ... and Vodka

Running noses, screaming tantrums, terrible sleep patterns. ... and that was Daddy! Arianna has been sick all week, her poor stuffy nose is so bad that she's had to sleep in her car seat to keep her head up. She's also had a real tough time eating as a result and what she does manage to get down she ends up spitting back up during coughing fits. ... just not a fun few days for her. And her sister has been no picnic, either. Although Genevieve didn't get the runny nose and cough, she certainly isn't feeling herself. She's been crabby and temperamental - not her normal jovial self - so Daddy's had the pleasure of enduring long screaming fits during which nothing makes her happy, while waiting desperately for Momma to return from her yoga class. There is something about Moms that makes them so much better at parenting than Dads. Maybe it's the nine months of bonding, maybe it's the milk production, or maybe it's soothing sound of a her voice. Personally I think it's that the kids know that Daddy has a larger life insurance policy so if they can give him a heart attack early on then they can just be "trust fund babies" and have ponies and clowns and cars when they turn 16. What ever it is, moms know what to do. Dad can hold and coddle and rock for 3 hour straight to no avail. All Momma has to do is walk in, pick them up and say hello and the banshee wail turns to a coo and the teary eyed, beat red face turns to a smiling, plush pink. Then, after the kids are in bed, Momma calmly walks to the liquor cabinet and pours Daddy a stiff drink - this time turning frustrated grumblings into a giggle and his teary eyed, beat red face into a smiling, plush pink. All is well, order is restored, the world is safe again. Thanks god for Mommas! And Vodka.