I'm fucking sick of being the bad guy all the damned time.
Eldest asks if friend can stay over? "Ask your mum" DH says knowing it's an obvious and already agreed NO. (DD's friend currently has head lice).
DH says "Lets go for a walk!"
And when I start trying to get the kids out they're moaning and bitching about it and DH stands around innocently like it's my idea forcing the poor little darlings out.
DH wants a full English breakfast for lunch. I spend bloody ages making it and the kids kick off saying they wanted something else and DH sits there letting me take the whinging as if it was me who wanted it (I'm dieting so I can't even have the good bits)
That's it. Nuggets, waffles and fucking beans every fucking day now. Screw them all. Sleeping with head lice? Sure. Let's fill the house with the little beasties and hopefully DH catches them. Just so he doesn't have to be the one who says no.
He is a good dad, works hard, supports us and dotes on the kids but it's always me that the kids moan about. They're good children but it's getting really hurtful that I'm always the 'mean' or 'unfair' or 'strict' one.
Sometimes I wish DH would take some of the flack for the rules we (jointly!) have in our house. I wish he would ground one for misbehaving. I wish he'd give one a bollocking instead of me when they be done something bad.
I work really hard getting the kids to be ones we both can be proud of and I get zero credit and even less thanks. Dad's the amazing one.