With the dishes--it's simple, just bend over, open the dishwasher and put them inside. Is it really that bad? Secretly, is he afraid that there is a little boogieman in there?
With the morning routine--and this one is more important than the first issue--it needs to change. In the past, while I made lunches and got stuff together, Ching would get the girls dressed, eating breakfast and settled while I finished getting ready and then he could get ready. Now, Laurel gets dressed in her room, for privacy, and Rachel screams that "she can do it herself" in regards to dressing and the potty. Since I put out the outfits and breakfast, Ching just gets up with them, puts Peppa Pig on the TV and then goes to get ready. By no means are they settled in front of Peppa. As Ching is leisurely getting just the right knot in his tie, the downstairs is a freakin' circus.
There needs to be a shift and I thought about another way to address this. Rather than be a bull rounding the corner in that china shop, I asked Ching if there was anything that I could do to help him. I was trying to be the bigger person here. I thought this would open some dialogue about sharing responsibility. I know there are things that I could do a little bit better. (Nothing is really coming to mind) But I also know that there may have been things that I didn't want to hear. I was willing to take that chance.
So I ask the question fully knowing that immediately, Ching was either going to mention having another kid or the activity that would lead to having another kid. But he doesn't...he looks confused like I am playing a joke on him. But I let him know that I am being sincere but he walks away, constantly looking behind him for that figurative knife to come crashing down. But no knife...but now he is confused.
Jesus Christ, first dishwasher confusion and now this. I guess I need to be the bull in the china shop.
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