Good Cop, Bad Cop ~ Verified

The Husband and I often joke that I am the “bad cop” while he is the “good cop” in our household. I am the rule enforcer.  I am the punisher. I am the one who makes them pick up their clothes, toys and dishes.   The Husband walks them to the donut shop on Saturday mornings.  The Husband will pack them up in the car and head to the beach at 4 p.m.  (does he not think about traffic, dinner time and ultimately how it will impact the bed time routine!!)

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I often wonder if the kids are really attuned to this reality or not.  Well, I need not wonder anymore.
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The Little One and I were at Wal-Mart shopping. She kept asking me, “Can we buy that?” over and over and over again.

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Each time I told her no we would not be buying whatever it was.

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After about the fifth time, she says, “But why not Mommy?”

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And then it all went south for me. The conversation went something like this:
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FixItMommy: “Well, we don’t need it and I guess I am just not very much fun.”

Little One: “Yeah, you aren’t very much fun, Momma.”

FixItMommy: Quietly mutters to myself

Little One: “Daddy is fun ALL the time. You are only fun sometimes.”

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So now you all and the handful of people in Wal-Mart who heard the conversation, know the real truth.  The FixItMommy is only fun sometimes.