Normally, I try not to use this blog to make unproductive rants about my husband or family. True, I complain a fair bit, but I hope readers can see through that and know deep down how much I love my husband and my family. If I blog about issues or fights we have had, I try not to do so until I have some kind of nugget of wisdom I have learned about the situation. After all, if we aren’t learning something, then we are just wasting our time.
Having said all of that…
I almost killed my husband this morning. Seriously. I don’t know if his life flashed before HIS eyes, but it certainly flashed before MINE.
Bean has a little cold right now. Back to school germs, I’m sure. Bean has asthma that is brought on by colds and respiratory infections, so we try to head off these colds when we see them coming before they get down into his chest and start to cause all kinds of problems.
So, this morning, I told Chris (who takes Bean to school) that he needed to take Bean’s medicine to school with him and drop it by the nurse so Bean could have his medicine throughout the day. This would, of course, requires Chris to get OUT of his car, instead of just driving through the car pool lane. Knowing Chris and his antisocial tendencies (especially at 8:30 in the morning), I knew right away that he would try to find every way to get out of this task.
“We can’t just take medicine in!” he protested.
“Yes, I think we can. You just have to sign some form or something.”
“But we don’t have a doctor’s note!” he continued.
“Well, this is over-the-counter medication, so we shouldn’t need a doctor’s note.”
“But Bean’s teacher won’t know what to do with the medicine!”
“That’s why you need to take it in to the nurse, not his teacher.” Now, I was starting to get irritated.
When Chris doesn’t want to do something, he asks 10,000 questions about it until I finally give up and just say that I’ll do it myself. I knew that was what was going on here.
After the 6th or 7th question, I finally shouted, “I DON’T KNOW ANYMORE THAN YOU DO, CHRIS! I’VE NEVER HAD A KID IN KINDERGARTEN EITHER, BUT I’M SURE HE ISN’T THE FIRST KID WHO NEEDS COUGH MEDICINE DURING SCHOOL!”
To which he then replied, “You are so moody, Katie.”
And that’s when my head spun completely around in a circle and fire breathed out of my nostrils.
“BEAN NEEDS COUGH MEDICINE TWICE TODAY. YOU NEED TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO MAKE THAT HAPPEN.”
And then I left for work.
On the way to work, I seethed the appropriate amount of seething and somehow stopped the fire from blowing out of my nose. And then I thought about it. I wasn’t REALLY that frustrated with Chris. I was really frustrated with my entire family!
No one told me that five-years-old is the age where kids start arguing with EVERY WORD YOU SAY. I thought that didn’t happen until middle school? How have I been led so astray?
Bean argues with everything I say. And my knee-jerk reaction is to come down so stinking hard on that behavior. But Chris’s reaction is to explain everything to the kids when they question us. I understand what he is doing and I even appreciate the value in reasoning with our kids.
But they are three and five-years-old. Sometimes, they need to pick up their toys for no other reason besides BECAUSE I SAID SO.
This has led to two frustrations. First, the arguing is becoming much more frequent. I tell the kids to do one small thing and I am immediately facing the Spanish Inquisition and having to justify myself.
TO MY CHILDREN.
The second frustration is that for the first time EVER, Chris and I are not handling a parenting issue in the same manner. We’ve always parented similarly. In fact, we hardly have parenting conversations often anymore because we just seem to know how to operate together as one mind. But this? This is a Great Divide. Chris thinks I am not being patient enough and I think he is not being firm enough.
Perhaps before I bite his head off about cough medicine at school, we should sit down and talk through this latest parenting development. Because otherwise, he is not going to survive very long in our household.
“Why?” you ask.
BECAUSE I SAID SO!