When my kids screw up, it’s become a bit of a habit of mine to blame my husband. 

Allow me to explain...

Last Friday morning I slept through my alarm and was running late for a meeting. No big deal, I think to myself, G-Man can bring the littlest squirt to Before Care as he often does on Friday mornings. Hmmm, where’s G? Not home. Crap.

We’re a solid six weeks into the school year at this point. Q knows he’s supposed to set his alarm on Before Care days to be ready to go. It might not surprise you to learn that I’m not in the business of underestimating the capabilities of children, so in my opinion, a nine-year-old is more than qualified to master waking up to an alarm in six weeks. For Pete’s sake, my Aunt was grocery shopping for the family at nine-years-old. Obviously Q’s still working out the kinks, which is beside the point. Why does Q not getting out of bed, turn into G’s fault? Because I need someone to blame. 

This exact behavior has happened with children not being ready to leave for sports on time, G’s fault. For not eating when they’re supposed to, G’s fault. For not helping around the house, G’s fault. All things the little twerps are completely adept enough to undertake themselves, but somehow become G-Man’s responsibility when I’m overwhelmed. 

We’re huge fans of natural consequence parenting. But, with that style of parenting comes a lot of discomfort for a micromanager. Give a man a fish vs. teach a man to fish kind of discomfort. There are legitimate times when I need to know that I’m not the only fishing coach in the house. But, for the most part, I can look to the boys and girls when no one picks up a fishing pole, not just the oldest person in the room. Strong chance I’m not going to stop blaming (I love it and I’m awesome at it), but I can be aware of blaming the person most responsible rather than blaming the most responsible person.

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