The relationship is such hard work, I'm at breaking point with my own shit without having to manage him too. I shouldn't have to tell him how to parent. He should be able to come to sensible decisions himself surely?
I go for a 20 minute run once a week. Last week I came home to find both kids in the front yard metres from the road playing with buckets of rainwater. He was on the computer and had no idea where they were.
This week I came home to find him on the computer, and 2yo DD say at his feet painting the carpet. He hadn't realised. But she could have been popping paracetamols and he wouldn't have realised.
Surely it shouldn't be this hard?