I love my husband, he’s a great help with the kids, we have a healthy relationship, we have equal workloads, blah blah. Wanted to get that out of the way.
We’ve been together about ten years. We’ve had two kids in the past 2.5 years, and I finally made the leap to SAHP earlier this month. It’s made me reflect on a few things. I’ve realized I’ve been “parenting” my husband pretty much since I’ve known him.
There’s basic roommate conversations, like, “stop leaving your shit everywhere.” Then there’s you trying to improve someone else’s life by getting them to do things in a way you think is better for them.
Example 1. I’ve spent the past several years coaching him on how to handle his dirty clothes. “Hang it back up or it will wrinkle, unwad your socks before you put them in the hamper or they will be wet, take off your shirt X way so it doesn’t get inside out.” Every time I’ve said something, he kind of brushes it off. And then laundry takes me forever because I have to turn all his clothes the right way. Realization today, he literally doesn’t care how his clothes get put away. I finally decided I’ve had enough and I just put his clothes away however they came out. Socks all balled up, shirts inside out on hangers, pants with one leg normal and one inside out, whatever. And he literally doesn’t care. He just takes the shirt off the hanger every morning and turns it right side out. I can’t stand it knowing that they are all there inside out, but that’s a problem I need to sort out.
Example 2. He doesn’t always like what I cook for dinner and starting today IDGAF. Because things he doesn’t like include vegetables and whole grains. And I’m definitely going to keep making those things for myself and my children. I’m done lecturing him about why it’s important to eat healthy. He can eat what I cook, or not. Today, he didn’t like what I cooked, and just made himself a bowl of cheerios. It didn’t bother him. He was fine eating cheerios.
Anyway, I’m ready to start treating my spouse like my life partner and not like my third child. I don’t have the energy to be parenting him. He’s an adult. If he’s not doing something a certain way by now, he probably never will.
And I don’t know why it took me ten years to get to this conclusion, but it did, and I’m going to learn to not let those things bother me even though they totally do. Knowing his socks are just thrown haphazardly in his drawer all in damp balls makes me sick. But I’m ready to start working through that and redirect my parenting energy towards my children.
We’ve been together about ten years. We’ve had two kids in the past 2.5 years, and I finally made the leap to SAHP earlier this month. It’s made me reflect on a few things. I’ve realized I’ve been “parenting” my husband pretty much since I’ve known him.
There’s basic roommate conversations, like, “stop leaving your shit everywhere.” Then there’s you trying to improve someone else’s life by getting them to do things in a way you think is better for them.
Example 1. I’ve spent the past several years coaching him on how to handle his dirty clothes. “Hang it back up or it will wrinkle, unwad your socks before you put them in the hamper or they will be wet, take off your shirt X way so it doesn’t get inside out.” Every time I’ve said something, he kind of brushes it off. And then laundry takes me forever because I have to turn all his clothes the right way. Realization today, he literally doesn’t care how his clothes get put away. I finally decided I’ve had enough and I just put his clothes away however they came out. Socks all balled up, shirts inside out on hangers, pants with one leg normal and one inside out, whatever. And he literally doesn’t care. He just takes the shirt off the hanger every morning and turns it right side out. I can’t stand it knowing that they are all there inside out, but that’s a problem I need to sort out.
Example 2. He doesn’t always like what I cook for dinner and starting today IDGAF. Because things he doesn’t like include vegetables and whole grains. And I’m definitely going to keep making those things for myself and my children. I’m done lecturing him about why it’s important to eat healthy. He can eat what I cook, or not. Today, he didn’t like what I cooked, and just made himself a bowl of cheerios. It didn’t bother him. He was fine eating cheerios.
Anyway, I’m ready to start treating my spouse like my life partner and not like my third child. I don’t have the energy to be parenting him. He’s an adult. If he’s not doing something a certain way by now, he probably never will.
And I don’t know why it took me ten years to get to this conclusion, but it did, and I’m going to learn to not let those things bother me even though they totally do. Knowing his socks are just thrown haphazardly in his drawer all in damp balls makes me sick. But I’m ready to start working through that and redirect my parenting energy towards my children.