On Saturday, my lady friend and I got into a bit of a tiff. I know what you’re thinking: Her fault! Well, yes, but let me finish.
It was her turn to sleep in on the weekend and I had to feed our little miracle baby breakfast, give him his bottle, put him down for his first nap. This wouldn’t normally be a problem, but the boy’s been a bit under the weather lately. He hasn’t been eating as much as he usually does and he’s a lot more cranky. He whines a lot, he clings to legs more and minor disappointments become devastating (I suggested war in Iraq was misguided and he lost it!).
Having spent a great deal of time with the boy, I have a very high threshold for whining. My lady friend’s tolerance is much lower. So when the whining turned into crying, it greatly upset her. After a couple of passive aggressive text messages (I LOVE getting text messages from the room next door. It’s so 21st century! Delete.), she burst out of the bedroom…
My Lady Friend: How do you expect me to sleep with all that crying?!
Me: I don’t know.
MLF: Did you feed him? He was supposed to have eaten breakfast a half hour ago!
Me: He didn’t eat any of it.
MLF: Then give him the bottle!
Me: He wouldn’t take it.
MLF: You’re not allowed to sleep in tomorrow! I am sleeping in and you’re taking care of him all day today and all day tomorrow!!
Me: What?! That’s not fair. I tried to get him to eat!
MLF: You’re not even doing it right!She started to reach for the boy.
Me: Hey! Go back to sleep! Just… let daddy do what he does.
She went back to bed, furious. But, really, the case was closed. I had finally realized how to end all arguments from now on. There’s no comeback for that.Daddy does what he does, and you just gotta let him do it.