Day 5 as Mr. Mom

All the training I received as a bachelor is coming back to me in a
mad rush. Who knows how long it has been since I mopped a floor. I
cannot remember the last time I cooked supper. Bathe the girls. Do not
tell anyone, but I even “fixed” their hair. “Fixed” is a good word for
what I did to it. Make the bed. Pick up stuff. Order the girls to pick
up stuff. Pick up the same stuff again. And again. Don’t eat that! Hurry
to the potty! Eat one more bite! Please, eat one more bite!
I will be back to work again soon. In fact, I have already returned
to some degree. Now, I need to go dig in the dirt, work on the car or
lift something heavy.
The shameless, but obligatory, brag book follows:


Someone’s mood changes are not hard to detect.