I think David and I do a pretty good job of sharing parenting responsibilities. Over the years we have developed a method that works for us. Basically, we take turns and divide the jobs between us. For example, I will do baths one night; he does them the next night. He reads the story at bedtime; I tuck the kids in and sing them a good night song. It works for us.
The only thing we don’t share equally is when the kids are sick. I’m normally the one to stay home with them. He will take them to the doctor if I ask (but he usually doesn’t get all the information we need), and he will stay home with them if I need to be at work. Which brings us to our tale…
Last week Cady was sick with a sinus infection and sore throat. I stayed home with her Wednesday and Thursday. All was well on Friday, and I returned to work and she to school. The weekend was going pretty well, but if I had listened closely I could have heard the Jaws theme song playing in the background. Something was lurking and waiting until I least expected it to jump out and bite me.
Sunday morning David took the kids out to the hunting club in an effort to expose them to the great outdoors (and get them out of the front of the TV, which is where they think they should stay planted). My mom called upset. My aunt was sick and at the hospital, but my mom was over an hour away with no way to get home (she was with a friend at this thing, long story). She was pretty worried (with cause) so I got dressed and went to be with her until my mom could get there later that evening.
When David came home from the club he sent me a text, “James is running a fever of 101.4.” The only other symptom was that he had a really bad headache. I told David to give him some ibuprofen and that I would be home later. No big deal, but I started planning for having to take the next day off. Kids running fever can’t go to daycare.
Sure thing, the next morning he was still running a fever. I called in and planned a day of nursing a sick child. Cady was fine so I took her to school… or so I thought. Around nine I got a call that she had threw up in the bathroom. Dammit. I went and picked her up and made two doctors appointments instead of one.
One stomach virus and viral infection diagnosis later, we were back home. I knew they would not be able to return to school the next day either so I asked David if he could stay home with them. I really didn’t want to miss anymore work if I didn’t have to (hello, Blissdom coming in March. I don’t want to use all of my vacation time. Plus, you know, I have work to do.).
Here’s what happened:
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So… guess who’s home with the kids today? Alone I might add. David is a great husband, and an even better father, but when it comes to dealing with sick kids, that’s on me.
Tell me, how are you and your spouse at sharing parenting responsibilities? What about when the kids are sick? Does that fall to mom, or is that just the way it is at my house?
Edited to add: I’m really just giving him a hard time. He may have panicked about all of the FEVER and VOMIT, but he also cleaned the kitchen, mopped the floor, and cooked dinner.