I feel like the shit-hole of a mom too. Especially when the husband points out that me saying that they are really
driving me to drink/get a second jobbugging me is a (not) really great thing to say in front of said children.
He and I have not spoken in the past hour and a half.
We rarely fight. We really don't fight. We agree to disagree.
I say "We are not rewarding bad behavior with treats and Scooby-Doo-Watching" and he will turn around and say it's okay after I say no. This is a source of anger with me. I don't appreciate trying to keep control of the kids. Disciplining per se. Especially when someone is undermining everything you say.
I don't really know how to explain things, but they are not in a good place. My kids are spoiled. Rottenly spoiled, and I'm not quite sure how to try and tread backwards in trying to reverse the damage already done.
We go out for dinner tonight, and the kids think that if they behave and eat their dinner that this automatically means that they are in deservance of a treat or a toy.
Let me say, without screaming, "Are you kidding me?"
(And believe me when I say they did not behave)
When did doing what is expected of you turn into a demand for something in return?
I do not know how it happened. I'm am most certain it is my fault. I will take blame. But I MUST MUST MUST find some way of reversing this behavior.
Heaven help us all as the weekend has just begun.
It didn't help that there was a father, sans mother, who was out with FOUR children, including an infant in a carseat, and the older kids (all under the age of eight) were so well-behaved it made me want to lose my cheeseburger.
All the while my almost seven-year old was under the table picking up other peoples' trash. Yes, we do not have enough of our own trash, we need to bring more home.
Now it's been two hours since the husband and I have said anything to each other...and the last words were at high decibals (from me) and angry.
I think it's time for bed.