The Husband thinks he can do my job. It’s a point of contention between us, especially when he throws it out in a middle of an argument. Obviously it’s times when he’s not thinking rationally.
Today he was working in his office while I tried to get the boys to clean the HUUUUUGE mess they made of their toys and the family room. Evan was sent to time out because he didn’t listen when I told him “no” when he decided to take apart the potty training seat. Sean was sent to time out because he stopped in the middle of putting toys away to fling the basket he was filling with toys around, making a giant circle of strewn toys. After time outs were done, I noticed their nails needed clipping, so I started on Evan as I repeatedly told Sean to put the toys in the basket with The Husband’s commenting “It puts the lotion in the basket.” Yeah, not helping. Then it was Sean’s turn to get his fingernails done. Apparently Sean feels that cutting his nails is the same thing as pulling them off with needle-nose pliers and loudly protests the whole thing. After trimming ten fingernails and ten toenails, the noise fell to just crying.
The Husband: (still from the office) Wow. That’s rough.
Me: So you still want custody of the children?
The Husband: No.
Yeah, that’s what I thought.