Seriously

Last night Carlye went out for some much needed R and R (pedicures and dinner out). I was left to fend for myself with Elisha and Moses. So naturally Eli and I had waffles for dinner, then we all three spent some time rolling on the floor, coloring, and reading some books before I managed to put them both to bed (much easier now that Moses goes to sleep before Eli, a similar night a few months ago saw me giving Eli a bath while holding Moses at the same time, it should be an olympic sport...hold the screaming baby in one hand while washing the other screaming child, point deduction for not getting the older one into pajamas while still holding the screaming baby). I am constantly amazed and overly appreciative and left dumbstruck when I consider that Carlye does this every weekday all day. I mean these boys are loads of fun but man they can wear you out real quick. Anyways, kudos to her and I am glad she got out for some rest.
Since Carlye was gone for Moses nine o'clock feeding this meant I was to give him a bottle. Being the prepared father that I am I took the bottle out of the freezer to thaw out at eight o'clock. Of course this does not help when Moses wakes up screaming three minutes later. Naturally as a seasoned dad I let him cry for a while and offer him his pacifier a couple times. Then I just decide to feed him early. So I put the bottle under hot, running water. I practiced several different techniques of getting the water to hit the maximum surface area of the bottle all in vain attempts to try and speed up the thawing process. After ten minutes I was left wondering if I should have just boiled some water in the first place. With the milk finally thawed, the bottle armed and ready, and I go up to feed the screaming baby, who proceeds to drink one once of the five and fall back to sleep. As Carlye would say (and now Eli has started too as well) "Seriously?"
My poor parents. Why is it you can't really appreciate all they went through to raise you until you move out and have kids of your own?