Mom rules until Dad gets home...

Mom rules, until Dad gets home. All day long I'm "good enough" to play with and snuggle with and do diaper patrol... But let me tell you, when Dad gets home--- I'm old news! As soon as the back door opens, the boys drop what they're doing and run to the baby gate to see Dad. Jibber jabber non-stop and clear as day we hear "HI DAD" come from Logan. Every night! They then crawl up onto Daddy's lap and snuggle in and catch up on a little television. Really?! You've been running around like little monsters taking things away from each other, forcing mom to be "referee" all day long---  dad comes home and snap! Angels! 

After the usual Doc McStuffins episode is over, we usually play up and down with dad's legs and the recliner... This will last long enough for me to finish up some supper, and gives the boys time to work out a few "kinks" in their bodies. That's the next moment Mom is no longer "invisible"-- "oh mommy, come here Logan smells..." 

You would think I'd be losing some serious weight due to the lack of an appetite I get after that diaper change. We eat some supper, wash up, and once again--- move over Mom, it's Dad time! 

Dad does his typical work the boys up so that come 8:00, Mom can step in, be the bad guy again and put them to bed. 

It's a tough job, but somebody's gotta do it!