Then Chuck, being the smartass he is, gave me these for Christmas:
(Those, too, are slippers. Is it any wonder that Junior cries, “Cookie! Cookie!” while trying to attack my feet because he thinks I am trampling the face of his favorite puppet?)
I even got Chuck a pair of slippers! (Normal LL Bean slippers, I swear).
We were all going to be one big, happy slipper-wearing group. Happily Podiatry ever after.
But Life had a different adage in mind, didn't she? Mmmm, yes, the ever popular "careful what you wish for." Chuck's boss gave him the pink slip today* which meant I had to have THE TALK with the nanny after work (I get home first and Chuck, well, he's a talker and a sucker which means he might have given the nanny a raise instead of ending things).
Aside from the heavy sighs and wistful looks, she took it well. As she packed up her cheese and—yes!—slippers, I kept wanting to tell her that it was us, not her. That with a little time things might work out differently and we may still get back together. We need a little space right now and yes, we need our keys back.
Sigh. I was really starting to like her (again). She brings her double stroller and she puts her own kid in the front carriage and tucks Junior safely in back so he's not dangling into the street. Who does that with someone else's kid?
I want her back! We can make it work!
I'm going to shoot some Jager and cry into my Cookie Monster slippers now.
* Sorry, honey. You'll make a great stay-at-home dad.
16 comments:
I am sure Chuck will be a great stay-at-home dad, but I hope he finds something in time to get the nanny back with just a brief trial separation.
By the way, I love the slippers!
Ack. That sucks. But yeah, maybe Chuck will find something quickly enough that you can get the nanny back and you will all be better for the time apart.
Normal relationships work that way, right??
Cool slippers! ;) Bummer about Chuck's pink slip... :( Like Keely said, maybe he'll find something quickly and you can have your cool nanny back! :)
So sorry to hear about the pink slip--that royally sucks. Hopefully he will find something new soon...of course, until then he is King of his Slippered Domain :)
And I laughed out loud at the butts and booze diet..sounds eerily familiar :)
Sorry to hear about the pink slip. That's got to be hard. I've been wondering when my hubby will be getting the same type of news from his employer. Hopefully he'll find something so you can get your nanny back. Gosh, I wish I had a nanny. Lucky you. Hope you guys had a great Christmas. Happy New Year to you and yours.
Sounds like Chuck's boss needs a swift kick in the nads from your Cookie Monster feet!
Really? At Christmas?!?? That blows in about five different directions! Cute slippers, though! Glad you're still laughing!
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Sorry to hear about Chuck's pink slip... *tear* Being a stay-at-home-daddy may be a truly blessed affair, though--best of luck without dear nanny... Do love the slippers!
Sorry to hear. I'll have an extra drink (or two) for you!
Oh, and we won't talk about my love of slippers. Let's just say that the other day I was sporting some huge black things with faux fur on the tops and little grippy things on the bottom. Oh so sexy.
Yikes. I'm sorry, that's a horrible holiday surprise. I love the slippers though, blue's my fav. colour. Good luck getting it all sorted out and here's hoping you get Nanny back soon!.
The pink slip thing is really bad news. I'm sorry to hear that. Praying he finds what he needs to support his family very soon.
But the pink slip is not not nearly as bad as those blue furry slippers, girl. They suck loudly.
Sorry to hear about the bad news but he may find being at home is really cool with his kid. At least I hope. But your story is not the first I have heard about the Dad having to stay home since the Mom is still working.
You don't like the nanny's slippers.
The boss gave chuck the pink slip.
You gave him slippers.
You gave Junior blue slippers
Chuck gave you blue slippers.
The nanny quietly slipped out the door.
Now you're going to sip (noel) Jager.
I didn't want to make this slip and I hope I'm not slipping but I think I'm seeing a pattern here.
Aw, I am so sorry to hear that!
I will come to your house with some cheese and slippers to ease the pain, OK?
You had me at Jager.
Sorry about the job thing. That stinks.
Hope evrything works out okay for you guys!
PS I totally plugged you on my blog the other day.
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