“Go on, treat yourself with some nice lunch today. Dad is just having a rough morning, kiddos!” he shyly said, leading them to the car.
“Can I help? I still have 15 minutes to leave. I can make some nice breakfast,” Alison offered to help. But Henry, who did not want his pride to get hurt, turned down her offer and left with the kids.
“No need. I can handle this. I’ve just started, and I’m picking up fast. I will beat you in this race. Just wait and watch.”
Alison sighed and left for work, failing to picture the mess Henry would make further.
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Henry returned home after dropping off the kids and started with the laundry. He stuffed all the dirty clothes in the washer without separating the whites from the colored clothes.
“Is this even tiring? Just stuff the clothes, pour the detergent, and voila! The washing machine will take care of everything. Now, let me start with dinner. I’ll follow some online recipe, surprise my wife, and prove that I’m a better cook than her!”
Henry went to the kitchen and could not figure out how to get started. He kept the tablet on the counter and watched different cooking videos. He had no idea what to make because everything seemed so complicated. Finally, he decided to make steak tortillas for dinner and started.
“Almost done! Wooohooo! Almost there, baby!” he exclaimed, putting the last tortilla on the pan. Suddenly, he remembered he had left the washing machine on. He hurried to check the clothes, only to find all his white shirts and vests dyed in different colors.
“Oh no! I did not separate the whites from the colored clothes. What will I do now?” he grumbled. He put his dyed clothes in the washer again and added some bleach, hoping it would fix it. He sighed relief and remembered he had left the tortilla on the pan and sprinted to the kitchen.
“Oh my God! Not again,” he gasped, running through the smoke, coughing. The tortilla was burnt black, and the pan was on fire. He splashed a mug of water on the stove, putting it off. He turned around, sighing relief when a sink overloaded with dirty dishes stared back at him. But Henry did not give up. He dusted the flour off his apron and lay on the couch to take a break.
He almost dozed off when suddenly he remembered he had to pick the kids up from school. “Oh, no…The kids…I got to go,” he shrieked and hurried to his car.
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Henry drove as fast as he could because he was already late. Luckily, the school bell had just run when Henry reached. He rushed home with his children. But one of them, holding his hand, refused to walk in.
“What is it, Sadie?” he shouted and turned back, realizing that he had brought home the wrong kid. “Oh my God! Alison will kill me. Where is Sadie? And why didn’t you tell me that you were not SADIE???”
“I was scared, and I thought you were our new driver,” said the girl named Amanda.
He rushed back to the school with his kids and found Sadie at the gate, crying.
“Darling, I’m so sorry. I was in a hurry.”
Meanwhile, Amanda ran to her parents, who panicked, assuming she had gone missing or been kidnapped.
“I-I’m so sorry. I thought your daughter was mine. They look the same in the uniform,” he apologized to her parents and fled the spot with his kids to escape any blame or criticism.
“Phew! It’s been only one day, and it’s been a LONG DAY,” he grumbled.
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When Alison returned home from work that day, she found Henry fast asleep on the couch. She checked the kitchen and gasped in shock after seeing the mess and decided to have a gentle talk with Henry.