The Mrs. is out of town this weekend.  We decided that it would be better for me to stay home with the kids rather than let us both go.  I tell you what.  It’s hard being Mr. Mom!  Having 4 children in the house that are little tornadoes wherever they go is hard to keep up with.  Can we get out the tent?  Sure.  I didn’t know that meant destroying the laundry room in the process.  Can we make peanut butter and jelly tortillas?  Of course you can.  Why does that result in both the kitchen and the dining room federally declarable disaster areas?  Playing with toys, picking a movie to watch… same result.  And I’m looked at like I’m from another planet that I suggest that they put things away when they are done with them.  When I suggest the notion of leaving a room in the same condition it was in when you entered it?  It’s like I was speaking another language.  There is no doubt in my mind that the most valuable job there is it to care for your OWN children.  It is a shame that we devalue it so completely in our society.  Can you imagine how changed this society would be if there was a sense of personal responsibility?  How about the idea of having to care for yourself without someone else cleaning up after you?  I know I’m sounding like I’m complaining, but really I’m not.  I wouldn’t trade my children for anyone else.  I am blessed to have my family.  I just am not mother material.  Good thing I’m the dad.  Maybe I’ll call my parents and thank them.