Thankful

Okay, so after being on the road for almost an hour (doubling my commute time), I had been happy to arrive safely at work. I had no idea just how much more thankful I was to become until my husband called me with "kid drama" . Apparently, our two sons were up & at 'em early this morning. He was finishing up his school work & was complaining to me that the boys were screaming. I don't know about other people, but if I were a child & I kne wmy parent was up & ignoring me, I'd scream too. Then my dh told me that our eldest son ran to pick out the Lucky Charms for breakfast (which, apparently in my dh's parenting book is a no-no. However, he is allowed to have them, any time of day, which is why they are in our home to begin with).

I told him that if he had a problem that I was fully capable of his abilities as a grown man and a father to solve this situation. I told him I'd prefer it if he wouldn't ignore the boys when they are awake ,as they can tell he is awake also & would like his attention, which *gasp* is why they are 'screaming' in the first place.

He then proceeded to become upset with me & which point I reminded him I'm on the clock at work & that he could have a nice day. The converstaion ended as is normal, with my "click" of the phone.

Next week, I'll write about the co-dependent spouse & strategies to avoid playing into Borderline Personality Disorder drama. Sure to be beneficial for us all!

HAPPY MONDAY!

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