Let us reflect on an evening at the L house. Last night to be exact.
Example ONE:We come home and H immediately throws her shoes on the floor, takes her pants off and makes herself comfy on the couch. Somehow she has found a box of Cheez--its and starts going to town on them.
Me: Honey, we shouldn’t eat Cheeze- it’s before dinner.
M otherwise called “H’s most favorite person in the house: oh, it’s ok if she has a few.
Me: bad cop- 1
M: bad cop-0
Example TWO: H and Daddy are playing in her room. And by “playing” I mean pulling every toy out and digging through her dress up box. The place was a disaster. I join in on the fun. When it’s time to take a bath I say lets clean up. H throws a fit and M gives me the “oh, does she have too”
Me: bad cop-2
M: good cop-0
Example THREE:After bath time, which M gave her a bath. READ: let her play in the water for 15 minutes while he watches the sports recap on ESPN. H asked me if she can have some candy. I say no because it’s almost time for bed. She gets upset running back to him and says “mamma said no” QUESTION: why can’t he say no?
Me: bad cop- 3
M: good cop-0
The list goes on and on. I realize M and I were raised TOTALLY different. He takes on more of the “let’s be friends” approach. Me I take on the “I am the parent, you are the child” That little girl has M wrapped around his finger. Yes, he does punish her, Yes I maybe a little more stern with her (because I’m around her more) BUT I am realizing we need to find a happy balance. No it’s not the end of the world if she has a few cheese-It before dinner or it her bedroom is complete destroyed. M always tells me to relax.
I tell him to start telling her no every once in a while so I don’t have to always be the fun police.
How do you find a happy medium? Are you the fun police?
Ya’ll have fun while I go bedazzle my fun police badge