Kurt as a dad

On Friday, the BMW dealership called him in the late afternoon to let him know they fixed his motorcycle. If he went down there picked it up and came all the way back home we wouldn’t be able to eat diner until 8:30 at the earliest, and that’s assuming Friday traffic isn’t too bad. I asked him what he wanted to do. I suggested that I could follow him in my truck. He said no because he would be in the carpool lane (they gave him a loaner bike) and I would be stuck in regular traffic, so he came up with a plan. He told me he would go down, get the bike, and then call me when he’s about to leave so that I could take off from home and meet him about halfway for dinner out. That sounded good to me. He gave me the time frame for when I should be getting his call and as he’s leaving to get his bike he says sternly, “Now when I call just get in your truck and go. No, oh I had to go to the bathroom, feed the bird…” Raised eyebrow - Excuse me? When did I become his teenage daughter? And who is it that routinely makes us late for things? “Ok dad” I answered. He became all huffy and said, “Fine I’ll just come all the way back home and we can eat late.” He called me and we met halfway – no big deal. I even went to the bathroom AFTER he called. *eye roll*

I didn’t get any breakfast before leaving for our first baby class on Saturday so I brought a banana and an applesauce cup to eat on the way. I finished the banana and put the peel into the trash bag. Yes, I actually keep a trash bag in my truck. As soon as the peel is in the trash Kurt says with an authoritative voice, “Make sure to throw that trash out when we get back or you’ll have fruit flies in here.” What!?! Again with this micromanagement attitude? With one eyebrow raised, I saluted him – actual salute not the one-fingered kind. This is the second time he’s talked to me like that. What are you practicing your parenting skills on me?

I really hope that “New dad’s” class he’s going to take soon helps calm him down. And if Sophia is anything like me, I hope he realizes quickly that the micromanagement crap will get him NOWHERE after about age three, if anything it’ll work against him. Wish us luck - we’re going to need it!