And you wonder why it has been a few days since my last post. Haha!
Warning: rant ahead… skip to the bottom if you only want to see pictures.
My son and I have been going through a new phase recently in which I am not allowed to do anything that doesn’t involve him (insert your choice verbs here… especially craft related verbs). Last Friday was hubby’s 40th birthday and we wanted to go out adult-style to celebrate. You can imagine the chaos that ensued when The Boy Formerly Known As Sweet And Loving got wind of that scheme. All hell broke loose.
At the end of some long lived chaos, we left the house with the inlaws taking on our distraught child. He predictably stopped crying after a few minutes and was fine for the remaining hour that hubby and I were gone. Yes, we managed to have several drinks, eat dinner, do some book shopping, and grocery shopping all in less than one hour. Time collapsed on itself… it is amazing how much more efficient you are when you don’t have a 3-year old imposing his will.
If you don’t know (and I know some of you do know after a certain scathing comment I left on a certain person’s blog that I later apologized for), I have to tell you right off that I am very, very sensitive about the parenting choices we make with our son. So sensitive that I managed to get into an argument with hubby’s stepmother before we left the house Friday. She has always disapproved of our parenting style (specifically mine). I don’t mind that except for one thing… if you want to disagree with me that is your perogative but do not disagree with me disrespectfully.
I will listen to all sorts of parenting advice that I don’t agree with but I won’t do it without argument if you don’t show any respect for my choices with my child. Hubby’s stepmother is a brick wall, she cannot hear me when I talk about my son. As far as she is concerned, she knows all about children and I should adhere to her beliefs. The cuts went deep. And what really irks me is that I generally like this woman.
As you know, we parents all make decisions that are right for us and our child(ren). But regardless of the parenting style you choose, there will be an army of people (usually inlaws) who will let you know from pregnancy to the end of your days that you suck as a parent.
Yes, you suck too! Yes, you do!.. and you… and you… and you… oh, and especially YOU! … and so on.
Just kidding! I’m laughing, really.
For lack of any crafting time, I give you a picture of my greatest project… and I’m not talking about the dog! Feel free to give me all the advice you can muster but remember… I’m singing “la, la, la, la, la” in my head. Heh!