It's been a horrible weekend . DH and I have been together nearly 20 years (married for 10) with 5 year old twin girls.
We have vastly different ideas about bringing our girls up. DH thinks I'm a miserable authoritarian, obsessed with the girls' routine, sleep, food and feels I need to chill a bit and let them be. (His exact words last night during a row ).
He, on the other hand, believes they should basically be able to do what they want. If left to him bed time would be when they fancy it, meals would be a help yourself affair when they were hungry, with endless sweets and other crap inbetween. They obviously think Dad is great fun because he basically has no rules. He is great fun, apart from when he is tired or stressed and then he'll just explode at them, no warning, no build up, just 0-10, causing tears and misery.
We had several heated rows this weekend. He said that he dreads me coming home some days as "the atmosphere changes and everyone has to behave". Total rubbish, I don't expect the girls' to just sit there in the corner reading. But I also don't expect them to be leaping all over the sofa, hanging off the curtains and generally causing havoc.
He also said last night that I'm not the happy go lucky girl that he married. I accept that is probably true. I have two children, a job and an ageing mother. I'm not in my mid-20's with no responsibilities, a small flat with a small mortgage and able to go out clubbing and sleep all weekend. I'm probably not as happy go lucky, but what can I do about it, why is that a criticism from him.
Christmas Eve, after a manic build up, working hard, buying all the presents, writing all the cards, decorating the house, he sat up in bed and decided that I was depressed. "You need more help darling", he said "You're not very happy, I think you're actually probably depressed". "I need to do a bit more to take the pressure of you".
Great, I thought. I wasn't actually "depressed", just tired and bit stressed with all that was going on but I was pleased to hear that he thought he should pull his weight more. Anyway, he continued to sit in bed, contemplating this "revelation" of his for at least an hour. He then emerged to sit on the sofa and watch TV for the rest of the morning .
I'm just so pissed off with him at the moment, but every time I try and broach the subject, I'm moaning, or I'm depressed, or I need to chill.
Sorry this is so long, hope I haven't bored the arse off anyone, feel a bit better now I've bashed this out.