He is arguing with what seems like the minutae of my day to day "mothering" of our DSs and I resent it.
I have just spoken to him at work on the phone and told him DS will becoming home for lunch for a bit in future: back story, DS has some friends, they are all year 4 and they all like rough and tumble too much, it always goes too far, DS is easily led. He gets involved messing, but is then complaining when he gets hurt. I have told him to stop etc. Anyway, it's wearing for him.
I was having a light conversation about DS1's school day with him tonight and he says, "oh rubbish at lunch, I didn't play with anyone".
So I asked him, "do you fancy lunch at home?" and his eyes lit up. Great, I thought, it will give him a non-confrontational break from it all and he is only three minutes walk alway so that isn't an issue.
Well DH thinks it might separate him from his mates, he doesn't want him playing computer games or goggling at the TV if he does come home etc. Well DH won't be home, it will be me doing lunch and seeing to DS1, so why not? Now this has fucked me off, because he argued the toss with me just now about it, he wants these sanctions in place, but it would be me enforcing it IYSWIM. This has come on the back of DH banning the DS's from playing onmy i-phone because of squabbling etc. This is my phone and I will decide who gets to go on it and when. I am irritated because he works full time and I only do 15 hours so am the main carer. I agree with the sentiment, not too much TV, computers etc, but he is pissing me off mithering about what I allow every other conversation when he just isn't there and I am in charge.
I have let DS 2 play on the phone today. DH banned him for a week from it because of bad behaviour at the weekend, but DS2 is 3 1/2 ffs sakes. He has no concept of what a week is. We have done other things today like play football in the garden together, so it is not as if that is all we do on DS2's non-preschool days.
Rant over. I am cross about DH and his constant moaning and polishing up his old chestnuts over computer games. He bloody well plays them himself, so I smell a big, fat, steaming , brown pile of hypocrisy and it is getting right on my tits. He is on his way back now and needed to vent/get feed back before I give him the icy reception. GGGrrrr