I've always felt like Michael is the better parent between the two of us. He's infinitely more patient, and definitely more fun. And the kids usually seem to like him better than they like me, too (that's the thanks I get for all those hours of blood, sweat and tears they call labor and birth!). I'm the hardass, the "bad cop." I'm the one who yells all the time (which Michael likes to gently chastise me for . . .), I'm the one who, by the end of the day (hell, by lunch time) is ready to rip my hair out from all the whining, endless demands, and ungratefulness of these little . . . ahem . . . people.
I've always had a sneaking suspicion, however, that if placed in the position of having as much togetherness with the kids as I am privileged to have, he might come a little unhinged too. And this suspicion has turned out to be at least a little bit right, as proven by the last few weeks that Michael has been home. He's yelling more (which I gleefully bring to his attention - of course! Do you really think I'd pass up an opportunity like that??). He's exhibiting frustration at having to tell them the same damn thing 14 times before any kind of response is forthcoming. He's a little harried at being pulled in several directions at once with their demands. And me? I'm positively enjoying it. You might even say I'm gloating a bit. See, it ain't so easy, is it?! Still, he's got me here as his teammate, so he still hasn't reached the level of total immersion that I experience daily, and he won't reach that point because eventually he'll go back to work. I'll really miss him then ;)
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Oh my gosh, I so could have written that first paragraph. That describes us and our kids perfectly lol. I only wish we had time with Trent at home so I could see what he's like all day every day with them. I should start plotting my revenge now just in case....
Amen sister!
We were able to experience this on my Dh's recent lay off. Boy was it nice to "rub it in"!!!
Asha.
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