- 4 years ago
are the best words EVER! Backstory…I am divorced with 5 children. My youngest two children (boys) are not my ex-husband’s. They are from an 8 year relationship I had after I divorced. My youngest two children’s father and I have very different views on parenting, i.e. I believe in rules and he DOES NOT. In fact he believes that all children under 5 just don’t understand, so just give them what they want. This has lead to serious issues with my boys not listening or following rules. It is EXTREMELY frustrating. Among other things, I get really annoyed when I spend time and effort cooking and they refuse to eat it. I don’t make crazy, unreasonable dishes that children would turn their noses up at. One boy is pickier than the other. My FI is a few years younger than me and has no children. He does have siblings, but he lived with his Aunt all through highschool in order to attend a better school so he basically has no real world experience with children. In the beginning of our relationship he said nothing about my children. As time went on he started to give me tips, which was hilarious at first, later annoying. I have had to bite my tongue to stop from telling him that he has no clue what he’s talking about. I don’t want him to feel bad, he will never have children of his own. But anyway this story is about eggs. Plain old scrambled eggs that they’ve eaten a hundred times.
This morning my sweet FI let me sleep in and decided to make scrambled eggs for the kids for breakfast. What a nice guy! He asked beforehand “How many eggs do you want?” One boy said “9!”, the other said “3”. FTR he was smart enough not to actually make 9 eggs for the first boy. He puts the plates on the table and calls the boys to b-fast. Two minutes later the 9 egg boy starts whining about his tummy hurting (there was nothing wrong with him) and says he’s going to puke. The other boy looks up from his untouched plate and says “I’m done!” I would bet A MILLION dollars that both boys had already eaten candy long before FI started cooking because their brain dead father sent them home yesterday with a bag each and said nothing to me about it. I found out wayyyyy after the fact. I literally only buy candy for Easter and Christmas. I buy one bag of chips every 5 or 6 months. Junk food is all, but nonexistent at my house.
Later on FI comes into the bedroom and tells me this story. And I responded “Um, hello? This happens every day around here! I cook all that beautiful food and they sneak snacks without permission and all my hard work goes in the trash! This is why I get so mad when you (FI) try to have a snack at 4 pm and I’m about to cook dinner!” Then he said those magic words “Now I understand how you feel!” YAY! Feels nice to have a teammate for once. 🙂