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I had the pleasure of watching the girls about two thirds of the weekend, and it reaffirmed something to me. Women are wired differently. It had been quite a while since I had both girls for more than a few hours, and I knew I was in for a treat. That treat started out like a brownie full of chocolaty goodness, washed down by a tall glass of milk. The three year old played wonderfully, and didn't pitch a fit when it was time to go to bed. The little one drank her bottle, wiggled herself into a comfy spot in her crib, and fell asleep. What I didn't realize was that the delicious 'brownie' that I ate the night before was actually full of laxatives, and everything was about to start spilling out. The little one woke up earlier than normal, and somehow telepathically knew that mommy wasn't in the house… which was expressed by a shriek, instead of the normal cooing and squeals of delight. Luckily her sour mood was temporarily brightened after breakfast was in her belly. I should have enjoyed those moments; because it was the happiest she would be all day. She decided to boycott, naps, hate all her toys, and cry immediately when not being held. Luckily, the neighbors kids were outside all day, so I was able to outsource entertainment for the three year old. I'm going to keep this post short and sweet, mainly because I'm wore out and reminiscing about my time (albeit very short) as a single parent leaves much to be desired. However, I wanted to get the moral of the story in at some point. I thank God that women are wired differently. My wife stays at home with our children, and I realize that I wouldn't be able to. She has way more patience, creativity when it comes to craft time, and willingness to clean poo (along with innumerable other qualities that I don't possess). I think this also applies to working moms, but that's not my life and what I know. So keep on rockin' moms! You keep our families sane.