When I hear Lilly having a rough time with the kids from the other room, I can't help but feel a very small sense of...a total and utterly complete sense of satisfaction. Yes, a very small and totally complete at the same time. As if the world is righting itself before my eyes. In other words, HAH! Take that. You take that tantrum and watch it, watch it till your ears bleed and your eyes melt! Soak all the madness in that a 1 and a 2.5 year old tag team has to offer! Relinquish your sanity to the oozing screaming tormenting demanding drooling and pooping bodies before you....and just let it all go. Your sanity that is, your sanity.
Should I feel guilty for relishing in Lilly's agony? Probably, probably. But don't tell me you don't feel the same way when your spouse, the one that works all day and comes home to play with the kids after all the hard work and disciplining is done, comes home and is dealt a nice hand of kid madness.
Of course, I have to admit that over time, as she has suffered time and time again with the madness, that my feelings of vengence has simmered down. Well, it's not that I want to get even, because of course she has done nothing to me. It's just that I want her to suffer the wrath of the kids as I do all day. A guilty pleasure, even a small one such as that, is enough to make my day.
And then I feel guilty, I feel guilty precisely because she is gone all day, missing out on so much of the madness our kids befall upon us. Dam the guilt, dam the guilt! Because part of me just wants her to be able to play and teach and read to them. To sit with them at dinner without the boy throwing food at the baby, or poking holes in the table with his spork. I want her to be able to play in the tub with him without him soaking her or dropping electrical appliances in the water when the baby is getting a bath too. I want to cheat on the discipline when she's home by giving into him and giving him what he wants so he doesn't fight us, so she can bask in the glory a happy toddler has to offer his parents. If I could take all the tantrums he dishes out in the day so she could have a peaceful night with him.....I might. Just might. But uh, I just can't really say for sure, though.
Sunday, February 6
Let her Suffer Too Damnit
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Yeah... This is one reason why my ex and I still talk... Because sometimes I just need to call and say, "Guess what YOUR son just did!!!"
...That and when he calls to tell me the same, I can just laugh.
Yeah I knew it. It's a universal feeling for us to want our spouses to suffer our same fate.
I agree sometimes you just want your significant other to know what your going thru.
Some how it just makes it all better.
: )
I find my kids are equal opportunity tantrum throwers. Don't know how they manage that. But they make sure we each get our share.
Yeah geek, i can see that happenning. Although i found a way around it sometimes. Such as when my boy asks the wife for something, and he freeks out, when he then comes to ask me for it, I just say yes, and he's nice to me. But don't tell the wife I do that.
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