by Whitney Barthel posted in Parenting

In order to clean up our breakfast mess this morning, I flipped on the TV hoping to get at least fifteen minutes of cleaning time without one (or four) kids under my feet or messing with the dishwasher. Of course, this had to be the exact time my husband decided to pop back in to refill his coffee. "All you do is blah, blah, blah. Put these kids to work. You should X, Y, Z. Stop using the TV as a babysitter."

This last one got me. Especially because my kids could not watch a whole movie to save their lives, even if I begged them to. Thus I am unable to use it as a "babysitter."
Also, because we are in the middle of moving from our super teeny cabin (See: How our family of 6 lives in a 600-square-foot home) into our forever home and have relied on about three DVDs for the last two weeks. Imagine trying to unpack a 7-person family...while in the last month of pregnancy...with a 7, 5, 4, and 2-year-old constantly hanging from your body. Clearly I am glowing, or perhaps that's the window behind my head. 
It freaking sucks.
Obviously the last thing I want to hear is my husband lecture me on how to be a better mom. So, I calmly put my headphones back on (I was listening to my favorite podcast And That's Why We Drink) and continued clearing the table. And, I may or may not have flipped him off when he turned around...because I'm passive aggressive like that.

The nerve of these husbands! They come around about two hou...