..to expect DH to make less fuss over a Wii remote and more over wrecked school shoes?

[erebus]

I came home at 5.30pm, straight into the throes of DH Not Coping with the DSs who were (very low grade) squabbling over the Wii game he'd allowed them to play. Instantly, in his somewhat all-or-nothing manner, it was 'OK, finish. Turn it off. Now', no first, let alone final, warnings. Cue pee'd off DSs. Note DH has the DSs post-school, once every, what- 4 months??

OK. Things calm down.

Then they escalate again as DH has to take both boys to Cubs, (an outdoor run around in some muddy woods) and Scouts respectively (I should add I was, for once, out of the picture as I had an evening hospital appointment!). Lots of stress, lots of COME ON!! (Why didn't you chuck the stir fry together half an hour earlier, I silently shout??!). Then we all leave at the same time in different cars.

DH brought DS2 (just 10 and a bit dippy!) home just now, and DS2 has been wearing his £35 school shoes all evening. Absolutely wet through. Possibly ruined. Certainly no hope of drying them safely before school tomorrow who may well make a huge fuss about the trainers DS2 will have to wear.

So why oh why make a bloody fuss about arguing about whose turn it is on the Wii but not notice that your son is wearing completely unsuitable footwear for a run in the woods?

Do I have to do everything?

Rant over.

Thank you.

eading that makes me thankful i run the show here at my house alone!!
no dh/dp to interfere!!

Men.....useless......nothing more to say

That was a bit of a long winded way of saying you're annoyed with your Husband for failing to spot something.

Cut him some slack, the 10yr old should take the blame too. Surely he knows not to wear his school shoes for something like that...dippy or not.

oh they'll dry fine

shove some newspaper in them and stick a radiator on, they'll be dry by morning.

And I thought that I was a "ball breaker"!!

Well, I guess the rant was really about noticing Big Time they were having a low level disagreement over the Wii (which I would have left for them to sort out by themselves) yet 'reserving' the right to not make a fuss- nay, even notice that our lovely, sweet, but dippy DS was ill equipped for the evening in the woods that we all knew about via a detailed email last week!

A simple, 'OK, DS, you read the email, you know what you're doing in Cubs tonight, do you think you're properly dressed?' would a) have saved us £35 and b) taught DS2 to think a bit more! It wouldn't have occurred to DS2 otherwise.

nail- no balls have been broken...yet!