I have coined what I think is a new term... "Parenting Chicken". I discovered it because my husband has been out of town a few times this fall. I have discovered I seem to have evenings that are in more control when he is gone. I think I have discovered the reason.
I think we play parenting chicken sometimes. You know, you have done it I'm sure. You hear the kids do something they shouldn't. Or you see toys that have been left out. When home alone, you know YOU have to deal with it. So you do.
When the spouse is home? Hmmm. Maybe he'll deal with it. I'll just ignore that for now. Of course, he is dong the same thing. And things spiral out of control.
Yep. Chicken. I usually lose.
(Oh, and if you don't have kids, you can do the same with household chores. I always lose the bathroom battle on that one.)
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Oh, boy am I ever guilty of doing this. After a long day doing it all yourself.. you're darn right I'm walking of that sippie cup.. and that shredded piece of paper. LOL
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