Tell your husband he’s not alone in the “party pooper” club—it’s standing room only and we’re all just trying to keep the snack crumbs off the couch while the kids declare mutiny. Solidarity, my friend.
This is hilarious! I feel all the things you've noted for when I realised I wasn't going to be the fun mum - and my kids are still young! I think I used the word 'no' over Easter than I ever have in my life. Like you, I am the villain! Thank you for great read...and the drink recommendation 👌
Right?! You start with dreams of being the fun one and before you know it, you’re just a sentient “no” machine with a drink in hand and a schedule in the other. Glad we can be villains together—cheers to keeping them alive and mildly entertained!
Had dreams too. Imagined myself having fun with my daughter. Now I’m just dealing with rejection and always calculating my steps so I don’t end up screamed at or hit by her.
The rejection arc is brutal, man. You go in thinking you’re going to be Robin Williams in Mrs. Doubtfire and end up a background character in your own house trying not to trigger a Category 5 meltdown.
Oh my God!!! This looks like my husband's story.... He just got labelled party pooper by the kids 😁
Tell your husband he’s not alone in the “party pooper” club—it’s standing room only and we’re all just trying to keep the snack crumbs off the couch while the kids declare mutiny. Solidarity, my friend.
This is so perfect. And, so how I feel right now. You nailed my experience Dad On The Rocks
That means a lot — thank you.
Sometimes just knowing we’re not the only ones feeling it makes the whole weight a little lighter. Glad we’re walking this road together.
This is hilarious! I feel all the things you've noted for when I realised I wasn't going to be the fun mum - and my kids are still young! I think I used the word 'no' over Easter than I ever have in my life. Like you, I am the villain! Thank you for great read...and the drink recommendation 👌
Right?! You start with dreams of being the fun one and before you know it, you’re just a sentient “no” machine with a drink in hand and a schedule in the other. Glad we can be villains together—cheers to keeping them alive and mildly entertained!
Had dreams too. Imagined myself having fun with my daughter. Now I’m just dealing with rejection and always calculating my steps so I don’t end up screamed at or hit by her.
The rejection arc is brutal, man. You go in thinking you’re going to be Robin Williams in Mrs. Doubtfire and end up a background character in your own house trying not to trigger a Category 5 meltdown.
Exactly!