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Why Dads Have it All Figured Out.

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So, as I was making the bed one morning, I realized that my husband’s side looked like he hadn’t slept there the night before. However, I knew he had. Hadn’t he? I began to wonder. The sheets were virtually perfect except for the fold back of the covers he had to do to get out of bed. Then I glanced over to my side.

They were untucked from the bottom of the mattress, strewn around like a tornado had blown through, and surprisingly, I thought it had been a pretty good night sleep. I thought, man, he must not have much on his mind to be able to sleep so peacefully. I kid you not, sometimes, I’ve noticed he doesn’t move all night long.

In a mom’s mind we’re constantly running through worries while trying to sleep:

Am I good enough? Should I be feeding them more organic food? How do I get them to eat vegetables? Why does the four year old cry so much? I am for sure a failure. I should have snuggled them more. I should have swaddled them less.

While Dads are trying to sleep it goes something like this:
I was a great dad today. The end.

I vowed as I was making his bed that I was going to worry less, and immediately failed 5 minutes later as my kids did something that made me convinced that they would all need therapy as soon as they left home.

I got a glimpse into just how true this graphic is this weekend. I ran out to Target for about an hour to do some last minute Easter shopping. My husband was home with the kids and our 12 year old niece. They were outside playing Frozen, because that is the obvious pastime, of course.

At some point (or so the story goes) the 7 year old comes in and asks him for food coloring. I’m not sure there was much questioning involved. He did admit later that he knew they were going to make medicine out of water, leaves and food coloring. Hmmmm….I have so many questions. If I had been in charge I would have rapid fired any, or all of the following questions first:

Why do you need food coloring?
What are you going to do with it?
What game are you playing…I don’t remember food coloring being necessary in Frozen?
Where will you be applying this food coloring?
How much will you be using?
Why do you need food coloring again?

In addition to questions, I would have OBVIOUSLY laid down some rules like:

Only the 12 year old can touch it.
You cannot put it on yourselves.
I must see exactly where you will be using this first.
There will be absolutely no ingesting of food coloring.

Who am I kidding? There would have been no rules. I would have said no to the whole idea.

Instead, I’m at Target in a kid-free blissful state and call my husband to ask him a question. He tells me that he’s cleaning up a big mess.

Me: What kind of mess?

Him: Don’t worry about it. I’ll tell you when you get home.

To his credit, he knew better than to break the news to me over the phone that my children had been playing with food coloring.

Instead, I get home and discover that not only had they been playing with it, but at least one of them had decided to drink some mixed with water. The clothes that they had been wearing when I left the house were being gathered for washing, and their hands and faces may or may not have been stained to the point that he couldn’t get it all off.

I guess the red flag should have gone up when he texted me to pick up some rubbing alcohol at the store.

As I tried not to flip out about the fact that my 7 year old had a blue mouth the day before Easter when I had hoped to take some pictures of my kids, he explained to me that the reason why he willingly handed over food coloring to 4 children under 12 was because he “thought it would be fine”.

And therein lies the difference between fathers and mothers everywhere.

“FINE? WHAT MADE YOU THINK IT WAS GOING TO BE FINE??” I really was trying to remain calm.

He could give me no real reason why, in his mind, it was all fine to let children play with food coloring, he did say they all learned valuable lessons.

The 36 year old man learned that you can’t let children play with food coloring unsupervised under any circumstances.

The 12 year old learned that being in charge, and controlling, 3 children ages 7, 5, and 2 was next to impossible when you involve playing with a substance that is usually not allowed.

The 7 year old learned that you can’t drink food dye.

The 5 year old learned that one drop of food coloring can make a big mess.

The 2 year old learned….well….nothing. He had a good time turning his hands all different colors and that’s the end of his story.

As I attempted to psyche myself up for some dyeing of Easter eggs later, he told me that their lessons were actually going to come in handy now. They would be more careful now while dyeing Easter eggs. “See?…. I actually helped you!” he was trying to imply. He said, “My philosophy is to let them learn as they go.” Although, I will add that the “incident” did not prevent the two year old from trying to drink his easter egg dye cup, or putting his hands down into every color he had in front of him.

I cannot tell you how much the control freak in me is bothered by so much of this whole scenario. But, in the end, the blue mouth seems to be fading, and no one will see their hands in the photos, so it could have been way WAY worse.

I’m sure he will sleep great tonight without a thought in the world about the almost tragic food dye incident. I, on the other hand, will most likely toss and turn dreaming about food coloring on white clothes, and all over the living room rug.


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  1. Ana Lynn says

    April 21, 2014 at 5:26 am

    Heh, this sounds like something that would happen to me as well, probably in pretty much the same fashion as you described it!

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  2. Susan Maccarelli says

    April 21, 2014 at 6:00 am

    Oh Meredith! I was laughing as I read this. I too make the bed every day (the right way, unlike my husband) and I am ready to call your husband and scold him for this food coloring fiasco! Your thought process is exactly what I would have been thinking and doing except that I would have stopped for ice cream for myself while at Target to extend my kid-free moment. Thanks for sharing!

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    • Meredith says

      April 21, 2014 at 8:59 am

      Dads really are universal everywhere, I’m convinced. They just don’t think the way we do! 🙂

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  3. `Rachel Rogel says

    April 21, 2014 at 7:00 am

    Loved the story! I know I’ve read some articles about why Dad’s approach to letting kids take risks is actually good for them. Don’t have them handy now, though. Not up to participating in “Manic Monday,” But I did write a post about dealing with exhaustion last Monday that might be even more applicable now!

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    • `Rachel Rogel says

      April 21, 2014 at 7:02 am

      Even messed up the link on my comment, though. Maybe this will work: http://leakingmommybrains.blogspot.com/2014/04/mommy-tip-monday-12-strategies-for.html

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    • Meredith says

      April 21, 2014 at 9:00 am

      Well, I know that in theory, it probably is better for them to learn through experience most of the time! I need to get better at letting go! 🙂

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  4. Louise says

    April 21, 2014 at 8:16 am

    Yeah. This sums up the differences between moms and dads in a … colourful way 😉 I laughed.

    For what it’s worth, we have a “family legend” story like this. When my brother and I were little (about 5 and 8), my dad was watching us and got the idea that it would be fun to play hockey. In the kitchen. My brother ended up whacking his head on the side of the cupboard. We ended up in emerg getting him stitches on his forehead. My mom came home to an empty home; a few blood soaked clothes; and a note that said something to the effect of “Taken the kids to the hospital. Don’t worry.” We all learnt a valuable lesson. No hockey in the kitchen 😉

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    • Meredith says

      April 21, 2014 at 9:01 am

      hahaha! I LOVE the note he left. My husband probably would have left something similar! Too funny. And, OK, my story is not nearly as traumatic as that one!! 🙂

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      • Louise says

        April 21, 2014 at 12:33 pm

        Wasn’t trying to “one up” you – but glad to have helped with perspective. Let’s just say we were happy there were no official photos planned in the near future after the incident….

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        • Meredith says

          April 21, 2014 at 12:47 pm

          I bet! And, I know you weren’t trying to do that. It’s just funny how crazy something like that can feel in the moment, but then you hear a different story and it’s like, OH. It could have been WAY worse. 🙂

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  5. Mary Widdicks says

    April 21, 2014 at 9:15 am

    That is a fantastic story. I would have freaked out too. Plus, I always say to my husband “it’s all well and good until I have to clean it up!” It’s great being the cool dad who makes the mess. It’s way less fun being the one who has to figure out how to get food coloring out if the upholstery. 😛

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    • Meredith says

      April 21, 2014 at 9:17 am

      For sure!! I love that saying. I may have to adopt it. 🙂

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  6. Kelly McKenzie says

    April 21, 2014 at 9:32 am

    Dyeing with laughter here. Love it. This reminds me of my pal’s daughter who at age three was playing VERY quietly in her room. Note the VERY. Not a good sign. Mary calls up to her to come down for dinner. No answer. Mary sends her son up to advise daughter to come down for dinner. He finds the bathroom door locked. Knocks on door and bellows “dinnertime.” Daughter comes downstairs five minutes later wearing her grandmother’s opera gloves that now live in the dressup box.
    No one made a comment until dessert. Gloves off at bath time. Her hands and arms up to the elbows a lovely shade of periwinkle. Happily the colour faded over time. She assures me it was all gone in a week …

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  7. jennifer groeber says

    April 21, 2014 at 2:35 pm

    That is so exactly right! OMG! FOOD COLORING!! Ha! Who would give food coloring to a bunch of kids?! Oh, I had to laugh. A good dad would, of course. Also, potentially a grandparent or 21 year-old babysitter. Which is why we allow all these people in our lives. Because maybe sometimes our kids need to dye their mouths and drink food coloring (they eat my fondant icing, which is 80% food coloring…) when they’re not learning really, really good rules from us. Well played.

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    • Meredith says

      April 21, 2014 at 5:23 pm

      I totally agree! If my kids had just me, they would live in a bubble! 🙂

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  8. Jess H. says

    April 21, 2014 at 7:40 pm

    This sounds like my daily existence. My hubby is all carefree and fun, while I am all rules and discipline. Without me around though, everything falls apart.

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    • Meredith says

      April 21, 2014 at 8:31 pm

      It’s universal isn’t it? Moms always have to be the party poppers. 🙂

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  9. Lisa @ The Golden Spoons says

    April 22, 2014 at 8:17 pm

    I definitely think dads are more laid back in general. I know my husband is! And, my children quote Frozen ALL.THE.TIME! They think it is hilarious to walk around quoting Olaf and saying “Oh, Look! I’ve been impaled!” 🙂

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    • Meredith says

      April 22, 2014 at 8:41 pm

      hahah! I know, the Frozen thing is out of control. I love the movie too though! 🙂

      Reply
  10. Susanne/The Dusty Parachute says

    April 28, 2015 at 3:04 pm

    Oh man, that’s funny. I think my husband would have known the questions to ask about the food coloring…..but don’t get me started on loading the dishwasher. 🙂

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