It's true. I'm mean. I don't mean really, but I have rules (as opposed to the hubs... who has zero rules.) I'm not saying it's fun, but it's character and years of therapy, right? That's what being a parent is all about. Well, that and someone to eventually do all of the cleaning for you. Again, that helps build the character. Kidding kidding. It's also about momtails. Well, that or all about the sweetness, and the kisses, and the everything so so wonderful.
except tonight when I had to be the mean mom. When G gets exhausted he thinks it's funny to hit me in the face. He's caught on to the quick recovery of saying, "sweet mama" and rubbing my cheek. Then he did it again. DAMN YOU LIMIT testing! Then I said, "we don't hit mama. i love you. Goodnight" and laid him down. And left. Zero turning back.
It's killing me. I think it was the right thing (not asking for opinions.) Sucks though. Same mom who also thinks when Ben goes out of town that I could put G in bed with me and it would be sweet. Except that it isn't. And he's non-transferable. And I like to have wine and then watch tv in bed. Sometimes together. ok, often together. Who doesn't love wine in bed? It's like being at a hotel. Only hotels don't have laundry chair and snoring dogs. And general clutter.
Which brings me back to the point that I need someone else to clean my house. That and the whole mean mom thing.