What is it about Daddy?

What is it about dads? Let's face it. The moms are usually the ones who take care of the kids during the day into the evening. We feed them. We change them. We wipe their noses and their backsides if the need arises. Yet somehow, we are overshadowed by that magical creature called "Daddy".
Take yesterday, for example. The kids were hitting, biting, scratching, screaming, pushing, pulling and stabbing each other(okay, that last one is an exageration...but not by much). The new dog is running around tripping over his own legs. All three kids are yelling to watch a DVD and none of them are choosing the same one. My house looks like a war zone. Both boys had to be put in thinking time...twice. It's fire, flood and famine over at our household until......we hear the garage door open. In walks Daddy.
Suddenly, a choir of angels is singing. The birds are chirping. The bees are buzzing. I swear a ray of sunshine falls on my husband as he makes his way through the door and into the arms of the three little beings who, just moments before, were playing "wack-a-mole" with my head. It's all hugs and kisses and playing and laughing and dancing. Meanwhile, I am huddled in a corner talking to myself and twitching. I can only glare at my husband and hope he slips on the milk that is in the floor from when the boys decided to have a spitting contest. I don't think they ever decided who won.
Oh well.......I am going to go and pass out now.
TTFN

This is for you, Zoey

I am going a little off topic tonight. For those of you who know me, Zoey, my sweet dog that I have had for almost 14 years, was what I would consider my "first child". She passed away tonight.
I officially became Zoey's "person" when I went to the SPCA looking for a dog. There were many dogs to choose from but this dog was sitting by herself in a little kennel with her head cocked to one side. It was almost as if she was waiting for me to pick her up. From then on out, it was love. She would sit on my shoes in the morning in the hopes that this would prevent me from going anywhere. Whenever I was packing a suitcase, she would sit in it while I was packing. She would sometime sit on my feet so, if I decided to leave, she would be the first to know about it. Whenever I would go out of site for two minutes to use the bathroom or something, she would greet me when I was done like I was gone forever. She would be the baromenttor by which I would measure all of my dates. If they didn't like her, they were out of there! If she didn't like them.....well, who am I kidding. She loved everyone! My husband(at that time, my boyfriend) told her he loved her before he ever said it to me. When I brought Bunny home from the hospital, I started calling her "big sister" and so one of Bunny's first words was, "Sista". So, somehow, because of that, she was called "Sista" by all of the kids more than she was called Zoey. She was our family. We loved her and we will miss her tremendously.
IN MEMORY OF ZOEY MARIE HOGAN ROOF OCTOBER 1994-JULY 2008