I Am Not the Bad Guy
and I’m not saying that there is a “bad guy” per say. But if there was one (for the sake of this rant) it wouldn’t be me. Or it shouldn’t be anyway.
I have really been struggling with my kids. When I went to pick them up from their dad’s house last night they were all moppy and depressed to have to be going home with lame old mom. I can’t even begin to describe how that makes you feel. Honestly unless you’ve been in this situation it is just not a feeling you can imagine. You might think you can sympathize but you just can’t.
So I got the whole speech about how it is much more fun and exciting at his house. And hello, I’m sure it is. He has pretty much no discipline. He buys them whatever they want (this weekend it was two new video games). He takes them fun places and they do fun things. He lets them break the rules that I have in place because he doesn’t have to follow what I say, yada yada yada.
I don’t get to be fun. I have to wake them up in the mornings and nag them to get ready. I have to go to work and come home and clean and cook and help with homework. Get them to all shower and clean their room and do their few little chores. I have to nag them to stop fighting. Remind them that there actually ARE rules at this house. I have to send them to their rooms when they misbehave and to bed early when it is all just too much.
I am tired of feeling like the bad guy in this situation. I’m the one doing the work of raising these kids and I’m glad I am, but give a girl a little credit every once in a while. An ‘I love you’ or something.
I just want to scream.

November 21st, 2007 at 3:41 pm
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November 21st, 2007 at 3:45 pm
I quoted part of this post on my blog and linked to you. (I hope that was okay!) I think this is such an important perspective for people to think about when co-parenting across houses.