So.
Today I had sort of three missions. 1. Play Playmobil, or whatever else Noah wanted to play. 2. Clean up, but not for the whole day (lately, I am sad to say, one could spend a whole day… but that’s another post). 3. Go and get eyebrow waxing done and my hair cut and if the day was going especially well, coloured.
This last in part because I am doing a presentation on Tuesday. To three hundred people. In a theatre. But I digress.
The playing, we did. The cleaning, did more of than I’d actually planned.
But the whole day, beginning before 6 am, was “just one more hour” of work on Carl’s part. And yes. Noah can, sort of, be left with Carl while he’s working, but I kept waiting because I was stupid.
(And yes I know I’ve just revealed that I was going to get my hair cut by just anyone on a walk-in appointment. I’ve learned. Do not schedule things.)
Anyways. Frustration. Actually I had a half hour of rage at about 4 pm when I realized that it had been left too late. I put Noah downstairs in front of the TV and I just went upstairs and mopped a little too enthusiastically.
I don’t know. I really don’t. I think of the time and energy in my life that I have spent waiting, trying to figure out how to proceed without Carl, making excuses, and the way I have for all intents and purposes stopped trying to entertain because it is too embarassing. And I get really upset.
Screaming with you.
Maybe next time make an actual appointment just so you have a line in the sand? Though on rereading I see you found that is problematic, too.
I also make the excuses and don’t try to entertain, and so on. But Carl seems a bit more difficult than my guy. Or maybe it’s that Snuggly Girl is enough more-older that I really can leave them. Even if she does end up in front of the TV.
Actually, several times in the past couple of years, I’ve left her home while he was working and told her to sit and watch TV and not bother him, and I came home 45 minutes later and he was playing with her because she went up and begged him to. And then I feel guilty because I should have made her come to the grocery store so he could get his work done. Except what kind of craziness is that? A) It’s up to him to decide if he wants to work or play, and B) he *should* spend an hour with his kid on the weekend.