Lately I have this nagging feeling like people assume things about me. It's something that nags at me now and again and usually I just say "oh well, can't help what people think" and I move on.
Lately, however, it's a little more close to home - and it's mostly because of Logan. It's family
assuming things about who we
prefer watches him when we need some time as a couple.
I knew having a child would start a small competition since Logan has 3 sets of grandparents AND his great-grandparents. So far, it hasn't been so bad. I have plenty of guilt about how often we can make it up to my home town, but that is something we work out on our own. Everyone is busy. Everyone has their own lives and responsibilities.
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The latest assumption really got me thinking. Things work both ways. Phones especially. I don't like people assuming that something happened a certain way or that I prefer one thing/person over another. Just because I didn't call doesn't mean you can't call me. I can't really be expected to do everything - which I finally figured out after 18 months of being a parent. I tried my damnedest, almost lost my mind, and finally started delegating.
Also - don't assume we drop him off all the time. Quite untrue. It took until a month ago to let him have an overnight. And it was from 4pm - 9am.
Lee and I work from 8am - 5pm. We see Logan an hour in the morning and an hour at night. So weekends are actually time for us to play with him and take him places - not drop him on someone and go out partying.
The hardest part about this latest issue is that it is with someone I have a rocky past with anyway. So, no matter what, the conversation is on the edge of the wrong foot anyway.
However, there wasn't a conversation. There was an assumption
plus an accusation. Double whammy! Plus, it wasn't even in the form of a pesky phone call, it was through social media. I was caught off guard and immediately completely pissed off.
So now on top of battling Strep (again) I have a huge stress thrown at me.
I am a generally quiet person. I don't like to offend others. I like to please everyone.
BUT
I have found that with Logan, the momma bear in me has started to not give a shit about what people want to assume and accuse. Go for it. Stew in your thoughts since you don't want to call me and talk it out instead. You will now see him when I deem fit.
My child.
My rules.
Non negotiable.
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(sorry, venting is over - how do you handle family conflicts?)